Have I ever robbed a dealer before? No...
Have I been robbed? yes...
I got a sketchy call from some dude wanting 50 bucks worth of mid-grade...it's good quality, fluffy, red hairs, crystal-ly even...amazing for mid-grade...it was
real popcorn...
Should have paid closer attention to the signs...he didn't want to meet at my place...he didn't have the gas to go somewhere...it had to be at the park in the middle of the night...he pulled up in front of the vehicle we were in at first, then backed up...
The kid I know gets out of the passenger seat and starts to walk towards me as I limp towards him just hours after getting a nerve block in my back (the reason I'm slinging is because of how bad my back problems are). He acts kinda weird and said he just got out the car to look for his phone and that I was doing business with the driver.
I get to the car window and the guy asks to see the shit. The guy I know is still outside the car, so my dumbass let's him see the sack. He then asks how much it weighed, so I say "10 grams on the money." In this time the guy that I know gets back into the passenger seat without me noticing. He repeats back to me "10 grams on the money?" but he had this mischievous gleam in his eye, so I reach in to grab the sack back. As I'm halfway inside the car window, he floors it and he's parked facing the rear quarter panel of the car I came in, so he has to turn towards me. I grab onto the side to avoid getting ran over, and went along for a ride. Already being in this predicament of my ass hanging out the window of a quickly accelerating vehicle, I try a couple futile attempts at grabbing the sack back before bailing as he approaches a stop sign at which he turned left (If I hadn't bailed, I probably would have been sucked under the car at those speeds) without slowing down.
I land on the left corner of my left eyebrow and slide a few feet before bouncing and flipping. There was blood pouring out of my face at my eyebrow and I'm pretty much in shock...My friend had to drive me to my house where I have to explain to my parents, older sister, and brother-in-law that a deal just went bad (and my parents are the religious, "I'm not even going to drink" types), and then we were off to the ER.
I had fractured my index finger on my right hand and tore ligaments in my left thigh. They had to dig 3 rocks out of my face, and give me 17 stitches at my eye. It took 2 pushes of morphine to get my pain levels down to a 7, where my breathing wasn't so labored and the for the convulsions to stop. The pain was so bad in my leg that I started using a cane-biggest mistake of my life-14 months later and I'm still on the bitch because my right side bulked up too much from babying my left side and now I have muscle mass compressing on my sciatic nerve (this is my hypothesis as I have shooting pain going down my right buttock and leg.
They sent me home with Vicodin 7.5/325...WTF IS THAT SHIT?!?!
This is what I looked like the next morning. It's funny how people can forget that drug dealers, no matter how big or small (I was pushin almost 2lbs/week of mid-grade) are human too.