Well, my friend calls me up the other day, and asks if I want to pick up some drugs with him. I asked him if he also had the $200 he owes me from the last time he went dry and asked for a loan (we're really good friends I'm only 25 and we've been friends for 20 years no on/offs lol) so I know I can count on him to get it back, but he says don't worry about it, it's all taken care of. So I said alright...and agreed to pick up his dope with him. I picked him up, and asked him how much he wanted to get and if he had a dealer lined out. He starts growing very secretive and won't get into details with me, he's just some guy you wouldn't know, don't worry about how much I am getting. He gives me my $200 and another hundred, which makes no sense to me. He said it was for gas....and I was like ok....road trip?! He knew I didnt have plans all day, so he wanted to go across the border. Anyway...after a long drive, a few macdonalds stops and many joints later, he just randomly says take a left.
We pull onto this street with these nice ass houses...all huge, and he says pull in here on the right a few blocks down. It's a dumpster. He hands me a suit...which I'm getting really sketched out about, a hat, and a big pair of aviators. So I do what he says....just to humour him...he's really weird when he's high, but I can't help admire him. I thought he might want to look like a professional drug buyer or something. In the pocket of my suit was a nice smelling cigar, which I lit up on the spot. "Now we walk," he says, and I followed him. So here we are two young men puffing on cigars walking down this rich ass street. Most houses had gates and buzzers but he walks up to the one that doesn't and continues walking down the path.
He's got this expensive looking leather suitcase that he hands to the guy at the door and says, "Hello, how are you today? My name is James, we spoke on the phone." The guy who answered the door looked to be in his mid thirties and looked super sketched out...like he was on crack or something...opens the suitcase and closes it really fast. He told us to wait there. I turn to my friend and I was like ok what's going on man...but he still won't say anything. The guy comes back with a GARBAGE bag....and it looks heavy, and hands my friend back his suitcase...which we accept. The bag smells like pure skunk and I take the bag. He shuts the door like that's that and we walk back to the car. So we're driving back, we still haven't said a word to each other and I'm like, "Man...how are we getting this back over? And he said it wouldn't be a problem, we wouldn't get searched. I asked how much was in the bag and he said 8 pounds I had kinda guessed 6...and my next question. What's with the suit...the hats...the glasses and the cigars man, and most importantly where the fuck did u get that money? He responds that the suits are to relieve doubt, the glasses cigars and hats are to take attention away from our faces...and I said why and he's like because when you give someone a briefcase full of counterfeit money and they give you a bag, they're going to get angry about their mistake. I wasn't angry...just a little overwhelmed. He's like I thought about it a couple days ago and had a friend that knows about this shit, so I talked to him and with a 40 dollar fee I made it into $9500. I didn't know what to think then, and still don't know what to think about it now. It's over now, alot of the weed has been sold, but he kept two pounds that he promises we will split, which is cool because I can't have weed on me right now...not on land or in my house. Free smoke...I didn't have anything to do with it either...I feel like the Tranporter lmao....
is what happened after that lol then some more of this
But yeah, I'm sketched out that I'm going to get shot on the street any day now. Tell me what u guys think.
We pull onto this street with these nice ass houses...all huge, and he says pull in here on the right a few blocks down. It's a dumpster. He hands me a suit...which I'm getting really sketched out about, a hat, and a big pair of aviators. So I do what he says....just to humour him...he's really weird when he's high, but I can't help admire him. I thought he might want to look like a professional drug buyer or something. In the pocket of my suit was a nice smelling cigar, which I lit up on the spot. "Now we walk," he says, and I followed him. So here we are two young men puffing on cigars walking down this rich ass street. Most houses had gates and buzzers but he walks up to the one that doesn't and continues walking down the path.
He's got this expensive looking leather suitcase that he hands to the guy at the door and says, "Hello, how are you today? My name is James, we spoke on the phone." The guy who answered the door looked to be in his mid thirties and looked super sketched out...like he was on crack or something...opens the suitcase and closes it really fast. He told us to wait there. I turn to my friend and I was like ok what's going on man...but he still won't say anything. The guy comes back with a GARBAGE bag....and it looks heavy, and hands my friend back his suitcase...which we accept. The bag smells like pure skunk and I take the bag. He shuts the door like that's that and we walk back to the car. So we're driving back, we still haven't said a word to each other and I'm like, "Man...how are we getting this back over? And he said it wouldn't be a problem, we wouldn't get searched. I asked how much was in the bag and he said 8 pounds I had kinda guessed 6...and my next question. What's with the suit...the hats...the glasses and the cigars man, and most importantly where the fuck did u get that money? He responds that the suits are to relieve doubt, the glasses cigars and hats are to take attention away from our faces...and I said why and he's like because when you give someone a briefcase full of counterfeit money and they give you a bag, they're going to get angry about their mistake. I wasn't angry...just a little overwhelmed. He's like I thought about it a couple days ago and had a friend that knows about this shit, so I talked to him and with a 40 dollar fee I made it into $9500. I didn't know what to think then, and still don't know what to think about it now. It's over now, alot of the weed has been sold, but he kept two pounds that he promises we will split, which is cool because I can't have weed on me right now...not on land or in my house. Free smoke...I didn't have anything to do with it either...I feel like the Tranporter lmao....
is what happened after that lol then some more of thisBut yeah, I'm sketched out that I'm going to get shot on the street any day now. Tell me what u guys think.
but ya boy grimey as a bitch.
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