ended up cold copping in Philly tonight. Every person I knew down there via phone was either out of town or not answering, so I said fuck it, I have no plans tonight and some nice bud, ill just cruise around and see if anything stands out. I pulled into a gas station parking lot to grab a drink and saw a homeless guy standing outside the door. He asked me if I could spare any money and I said Id get him on the way out. First look at the guy and I was thinking like the special teams guy Derrick from The Waterboy
so on the way out I give him some change, then I told him if he could help me out id give him some more cash. His eyes immediately lit up and he was like "oh yeah man I can get whatever you want man, as long as I can get a crack rock out of it."
so he hops in my car (we'll call him Frank from now on) and we start off towards the area he's talking about. He starts telling me how he helps people get shit all the time and its basically his job. I just basically spaced out most of the car ride and just said "yeah I hear ya man" every now and then to appear to be listening.
so we get to the street which is a one way of course, and as were going down it he keeps telling me to park up and there's literally no space on the whole street. He just kept sayin "park here, ok park here" every like 5 feet down the road. Eventually I just almost lost it and was like "DUDE, I cant park on this street"
so we make a turn and park right on the next street, and have to walk a little bit backwards. As were walking down the street you'd think I was a sexy girl with all the whistles and "yeooo"'s we were getting. One black guy had subs, another one had crack rocks which Frank would have gotten but he remembered the guy with the dope also had rocks. So we finally get to the guys house and the kid out front (seriously, he mustve been like 15 yrs old) tells us to go wait in the alleyway like 15 yards down the road. When we get there it has all the makings of a stabbing scene and I remember feeling like this may not be the best idea but Frank said he came to this street a bunch of times and never had issues.
So this other dude comes over and into the alleyway and just goes "how many you need?"
I ask him how much for a bundle, and start reaching ino my sock to grab the money. I know prices are a no-no but you can say I could've bought a brand new PS3 game instead
So im all set and Frank says "whos got the rocks?" and the guy motions for us to follow back down the street, up to another Latino guy (Im guessing Puerto Rican but not 100% sure).
He whips out a bunch of the tiniest baggies I've ever seen with nick amounts of crack in all of em and says to Frank to "take his pick". I hand the guy a 5 dollar bill and he says for me to take my pick to but I was like "nah this is for Frank I already got what I needed" and he just smiled and goes "well if you ever change your mind let me know" nice guy huh?
so Frank asks for one final favor if I could drop him off at this store so he can get a crack pipe. It was on my way back anyway so I said no problem and threw him like 4 bucks in singles I had in the car. We both shook hands and went our separate ways , and since he dint have a cell phone he said he just begs outside the gas station every day, and to look there if I ever wanted his help again.
The dope I got is ok, not really fat bags and average quality. But when your cold copping you take what you can get
took me 2 2/3rd bags to get a good high going, and that was on more or less no tolerance. The last time I took opiates was a roxi 30 on Sunday and Monday and usually with low tolerance it only takes me like 1.5 bags to get the same feeling. either way, here's a pic, stamp is called Venenum
