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.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
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...
