Yeah, that's what I thought. Over a couple of years, I had around 5 dealers. I'd ask each of them "how much will you do an ounce for?", and they just come back, most of the time, saying "well, it's £20 for an 1/8, so it's £160 for an ounce." I reckon there was so much demand, so many people they could sell to, that they could shift an ounce just as quickly as smaller amounts, so they don't wanna make a "loss" on selling an ounce for less than 8 times the price of an eighth, if you get me. Makes sense, really, in financial terms. But hey £160 for an ounce is still pretty good. But it's all the bullshit, and quality, and availability issues, not to mention the PRICE, that made me start growing for myself. Seriously, the amount I spent buying from fucking dealers, when I could have grown huge amounts of top quality bud for myself....... I wasn't putting up with it anymore.
It's funny, I used to meet my guy half way between my place and his. Then it started getting further for me, meeting him closer to his place, and always making we wait ages. Then further towards his place every time, until he couldn't even be fucked leaving his house, or even ANSWERING HIS OWN DOOR, he'd send one of his cronies down to do the deal. I'd be like, who the fuck are you? where's Joe? Upstairs? Why the fuck isn't he down here doing the deal in person? Fuck that shit. That was the last straw. He makes we wait ages, he's always later than he says he's gonna be, he makes me meet him closer and closer to his place. Fuck you mate. Needless to say, I stopped buying from him. Ah, fuck, I forgot to say, his deals kept getting worse and worse and worse. I didn't have any scales, so I could never evidently dispute him. But I could tell. Son of a bitch. You just lost yourself a customer. Man, I practically paid his rent, too. No wonder he had a BMW.
Sorry, for the rant, it just brought up a lot of memories.
