Oh man, some tales from the king of being ripped-off, and why I stopped selling at all.
Scenario #1: Go the SNARF at the Key Skating Rink in the Bronx. At the time I had ecstasy but not too much money. In fact, my g/f at the time and myself only had enough money to get up and get in, but not enough to get back. So I figured I'd take 4 pills into the club, one for her, one for me, and two to sell so we could get back home. Well, we get there late, and the market is small for people who need pills. This little thug asks me to see the pills, so I give him the two to look at, and he takes off! I chase him down and ask for the pills or money. He tells me the bouncer took them, and he wasn't giving me money since they were no longer in his possession. I demand the money or the pills, when his friend comes up, asks "Is there a problem?" and flashes a gun from inside his coat pocket. No problem. Ripped Off: 2 pills
Scenario #2: My friends and I decide to get pills from Philly to sell at home that weekend. This was through a guy I had dealt with many times before, so I figured everything would be copacetic. We were supposed to be getting 100 pills for the usual price. Well, it turns out that he had spent all his money on bills, and hadn't gotten paid, so he said we could come down, give him the money, and go with him to get the stuff. Well, we went down and met up with him. Turns out he was meeting the guy in 5 hours in Atlantic City. I didn't feel like waiting, and asked if I could give him the money, if I could just pick them up the next day. DUMB! But the only reason I did this was because he was usually a hassle when getting things. Always came through, but usually 4 afters after he said he would. When you're driving 2 hours to Philly with the sole purpose of picking up and driving home, 4 hours can be a pain in the ass. Well, I get a call the next day telling me my money is gone. Supposedly, he was driving a girl the her dealer's place to get the pills, she gave him a Xanax, he passed out in the car, and she robbed him of his money. Since it was my connection that fucked the deal up, I reimbursed all my friend's in on the deal. He promised to pay me back over time, and I actually did see $110 of the $1000 returned to me, but 2 weeks afterwards he changed his cell phone number and his place of residence. FUCK! Ripped Off: $890
Scenario #3: Shortly after the pill incident, I had an opportunity to get a good deal on meth. So I decided to try and make my money back on this little venture. The problem is, I always had the good connections, but never really knew anyone that wanted to buy the drugs. But my one friend did. History behind this friend- We had known each other for 5 years, went to senior week together, and was the only one out of all my friends from home to come visit me at college. I considered him one of my best friends. I still owed him $240 from the pill deal, but fronted him a half ball of meth, and told him I would pay him back on my next paycheck, but I needed money from the meth to pay my sister back (I had to borrow $300 from my sister for the 8-ball). He was even going to make a ton on the meth, as he sold .1 gram for too much to idiot high-schoolers. He agreed, said he could wait a week for me to pay him, so everything seemed to be set. Except his girlfriend was a junky. And he was a full-time dealer (i.e. no full-time job-no steady income). And all his other dealers already bailed from him fucking them over so many times. One week later when I needed a gram from the amount I had given him to sell to someone who wanted it, and I knew he had it because he told me the day before he still didn't sell any. Well turns out he "lost" it. I later found out from my friends that him and his girl hadn't slept for a week. Wonder how? Lost my drugs, but lost a best friend in the process.
Ripped Off: 1.8 g of crystal meth; one close friend
.
