My oxycodone/oxymorphone connect is off and on. He's an ex-dopehead who switched to pharms. When he's on, he's on and when he's off, he's OFF. He's a middleman to the max. Sometimes he has pot. When he does, it's fucking great pot. We've become semi-friendly but if it wasn't for our mutual interests there would be no reason to hang around him. Usually there's a good reason for the kid to be off, though. Him getting pinched for one or his neighborhood being extremely hot. There was a raid recently where nearly 100 people were taken down, mostly low-end middlemen and users/addicts. Good old election years, huh?! Let's put a bunch of addicts in jail and showboat about it. Let's also charge a bunch of motherfuckers with things that won't even stick. Makes sense to me! So, as of right now, he is OFF. Mostly because he has to lay low.
My old coke dealer was awesome. He delivered to wherever I asked him to and it was usually excellent quality; a chunk right off the kilo type stuff. He also mostly showed up when he said he would. I had a friend I hung out with who was with me one time when we were meeting up. My friend waited outside the car while I went in. He thought she was an undercover cop/confidential informant type but I managed to convince him she wasn't. Wouldn't she have to get into the car to actually see the transaction occur though if she was a cop or CI? It was pretty much downhill from there and I guess the paranoia was getting to him. One time though I got a SHIT bag of powder... like, literally, powder, not the wonderful shimmering chunks I was used to. I have no idea what it was cut with but that was the last time I bought from him and eventually heard he got caught and went to jail for quite a while. But when he was still around -- this guy was so cool that I somehow managed to, while drunk out of my mind, set up a meet up with him in his neighborhood and buy a ball. I don't even remember how we got there or how we got home, but I woke up with some fantastic cocaine! I guess it helped that he was banging my best friend at the time...
Anyhow, my primary pot dealer is reliable in that he shows up when I call him with decent, consistent stuff but he does make me wait. And wait. And wait. Sometimes he'll throw in a free bag for my time waiting which is pretty cool but really it's better when he shows up when he says he will.
Anyone else I get stuff off of is a friend who buys a little extra of whatever to hook me up with. One lady I'm friends with won't give up her sources, ever, though. She's quite a bit older than me so perhaps she just feels weird about hanging out with people half her age? I don't know. It kind of irks me because I like hooking my friends up with good, reputable dealers and whatever but she's got a lot to lose if anything goes wrong so I guess I understand.
I also got acquainted with a guy who sold fantastic blotter acid. Good, strong stuff. The real deal too. (I wish I respected the LSD more when I had it around but it definitely was my fault and it put me in my place.) He was a bit of a space case. An older head, ex-hippie type. He would always tell me and my friend about the one time he was carrying around a few sheets of LSD and fell or was pushed into a fountain and the acid seeped into his skin and he tripped out for a long time. That's one of the classic LSD legends but somehow I really believe it did happen to him. He was pretty cool when I could find him. He always used to hang out in this park by this specific tree. I always had to wander around trying to find that fucking tree. It is a pretty large park and there are many trees. But that was the spot he liked to hang around in, so I made sure to find the tree.
I'm hoping to find one of those "all business" types as a dealer who doesn't use anything or get high while "on the job" and is completely careful -- as much as you can be, at least, with this type of stuff. The Mary Poppins of dealers, if you will. But I look like a total fucking square and I'm socially awkward so it doesn't usually work out that way! Oh well, perhaps it's best that Mary Poppins stays away...