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Anyone ever had the courage to rob a drug dealer?

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There was many a time I wanted to. Many a time me and a friend "planned out" some robbery, only to figure out another way to get high and quickly forget all about our plans.

But I did meet a guy in detox, who made his "drug career" so to speak out of robbing dealers. Heard quite a few stories. He refused to pay for drugs. Cant say I think its a terrible idea, or that its against karma somehow: I mean a dope dealer selling someone poison obviously doesnt give a fuck about you, why should you give a fuck about them?

THATS the karma to me, for the dealer at least, though I guess youre right, the other guy'll prob get it in the end too.
 
Not proud of it, but i've robbed a good amount of dealers. Never friends who were dealers though.
First time i ever did it, was because the fucker skimped a bulk package of roxies(supposed to be 120, only 88 ).
Not the first time he did it either, and not only to me. (so of course i would thinks it's justified)
The guy always did the deals at his house too, so i knew everything about him to an extent (no guns, no tasers, no mace, no safes to crack).
Broke into his house with three friends wearing random halloween masks and locked him into his bathroom (no windows or anything).
Found his stash of about 300+ roxies, 2 grams of some dope, 30 tabs of some sort of psychedelic (def was not LSD, probably DOB), and a half pound of brick weed. He was just some upperclass trustfund baby so I know it didn't really affect him, but looking back it was just a stupid thing to do. I could've gotten thrown in jail if someone had heard all the ruckus and would have gotten all my friends in trouble as well.

Flash forward 2 years, and i'm in the opposite position, went to a drug deal where I was selling a half g of crystal. I meet up with this tweaker in a shady street in Palmdale, someone i've already sold to before. "Did you weigh it out? can i check it?" "Yeah man, .5 right on the dot" -shows him bag under cell phone light- "Alright..." he paused and grinned for awhile awkwardly. Then he pulled out a .22 and just said "lemme check it". I lift my head up to come eye point with the barrel. Long story short, it did not feel good. But that's the only time that's ever happened, especially when i got my hands on a 45. (just started flashing that whenever i did those type of deals).

But that's just how the hard drug culture is. Dealers skimp you. It's more cost effective to them, because if you're a dealer, you're not focused on being a nice guy, you're focused on making money. Being skimped comes with doing/buying drugs. But i'm not saying I don't believe in some form of vigilante justice (not violence) when it comes to underground matters. It's all up to that persons mindset.
 
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There was many a time I wanted to. Many a time me and a friend "planned out" some robbery, only to figure out another way to get high and quickly forget all about our plans.

But I did meet a guy in detox, who made his "drug career" so to speak out of robbing dealers. Heard quite a few stories. He refused to pay for drugs. Cant say I think its a terrible idea, or that its against karma somehow: I mean a dope dealer selling someone poison obviously doesnt give a fuck about you, why should you give a fuck about them?

THATS the karma to me, for the dealer at least, though I guess youre right, the other guy'll prob get it in the end too.

Umm...it's a "poison" that YOU called and ASKED FOR!

And since when is medication a poison? It's not a poison, until you've poisoned yourself by being a dumbass, not knowing your limits, and taking too much of said medication.

Sorry, this is a touchy subject for me as I was a pot dealer that got drug by a fucking car because some fuckwad wanted to get high for free. It's people like you that make decriminalization such a hard thing to achieve. Even though you haven't necessarily ripped off a dealer yourself, you have sat and planned it out. Have you ever seen a movie called Wonderland? It's based on a true story about fuckwits like you that want to rip off someone and end up getting themselves killed.

What makes you so much better than your dope dealer when all you wanna do is sit on your lazy ass and get high when you've got no money?

This is karma for providing a fair business where the sacks ALWAYS weighed up, provided delivery, and made only 50% profit (this is before subtracting gas in my big ass oldsmobile as well) off of mid-grade bud?

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Well if that's "karma" in this world then I definitely need to off myself sooner than later, because that's some fucked up karma...
 
It took 3 big ass natives with bats to rob my dealer.

I think its worth noting that he had just come back from the hospital was doped up on morphine and had 8 broken bones in his arm, just came home. They barely made it away.

Only 1 other person has tried to rob him since. No one will ever try again though I know that for sure hahahahaha
 
I'll never rob or beat a dealer, ever. I'd rather be sick than burn a connect because, at the end of the day, having a dealer who trusts you enough to see you when you do have money is more important than anything else.

It's not easy to get your hands on a real good, real consistent dope connect, at least not around here. I don't know why anyone would want to burn a connect like that...
 
Because they're fiends...it's all they know...well...it's not all they know...it's all they care about...
 
Trust me you don't, I would trade that problem for any of mine.

You're saying how terrible your life was growing up while the other side of the fence everything was all peachy.

The other side is saying that it's not all peachy.

You're saying it is all peachy, without having been on the other side.

The grass always looks greener on the other side.


No, nobody got shot in my neighborhood growing up. People sold drugs up the street. The neighbors across the street were occasionally taken away for abusing their children. No my parents never drank or did drugs in front of me. My dad did before I was born and got divorced when I was born and I barely saw him growing up. No, I don't have to worry about getting jumped by a gang and no I couldn't fully appreciate that type of fear, but you can't appreciate the different social pressures and different problems that occur in the 'peachy everything is fine' side. You think everything is dandy, but you didn't experience it, like many of us haven't experienced what you went through.
 
Yeah, I should have kept reading first, but by responding then I was really able to add several more minutes of procrastinating.

Your story was painful bro. Shit like that is fucked.
 
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I think there's some confusion over who would be considered a dealer in this thread.

A high school kid who sells .9 bags to supply his smoking habit isnt a dealer.

A guy who makes a living with a network of other shady, vile, and dirty people I would call a dealer.

I've burned plenty of the first group, none of the second group
 
Ya, but that's life...not much you can do about it...unfortunately the fuckwad was never taken care of in any way, shape, or form...I'm still on a cane, so I can't do anything about it...there was a lot of talk about roughing him up/worse things, but I was hesitant at the time to ask someone to go get revenge for me as I don't want anyone dead on my behalf...Fuckin tweaker (I tweak too, but he's the bad kind of tweaker if you know what I mean; I'll indulge every once in a blue moon if a certain friend of mine is around, but I kinda put that stuff down for the most part...too pricey...1,000 karaflops is just rediculous).

And sorry about the rant...I was coming down off of 3 phentermine at the time when I typed that and I hadn't gotten my tramadol (I'm Rx'ed) in my system yet (been opioid free for over a week until today, and was tramadol free for 2.5 weeks) and was still dealing with discontinuation syndrome.
 
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I think there's some confusion over who would be considered a dealer in this thread.

A high school kid who sells .9 bags to supply his smoking habit isnt a dealer.

A guy who makes a living with a network of other shady, vile, and dirty people I would call a dealer.

I've burned plenty of the first group, none of the second group

umm...I was making over 200 bucks a day, but I wasn't in a network of shady, vile people...just the one dude who I didn't even know...

and why rob anyone? it just makes decriminalization that much harder to achieve...
 
Hey man I didn't say I did that, someone I met did.

I don't think robbing people is right. But someone selling you heroin (poison) certainly does not give a fuck about you.
 
Because they're fiends...it's all they know...well...it's not all they know...it's all they care about...

Which is precisely why they won't burn a connect unless they have fallback plans. Because they're fiends that know how much it will suck without their only connect.

Not to say that fiends can't also be utterly stupid and burn their only reliable connect. But their stupidity is usually reflected in their ill conceived and piss poorly thought through idea of how they were gonna get well after getting cut off.
 
I never robbed a dealer and hopefully won't ever have to. I've thought about doing it before though... One time this chick gave me 10 bags of dope and then had us walk back to the dealers car. I could of easily booked it with my friend but I didn't. I wish I did because the chick later fucked us over... Hmmm if only I had.
 
Hey man I didn't say I did that, someone I met did.

I don't think robbing people is right. But someone selling you heroin (poison) certainly does not give a fuck about you.

The only difference between medication and poison is the dose.
 
well, i used to get fronted a good amount of heroin from my dealer, i was with him for so long he took care of me real good. well, business was slowing, so i was only getting half as much fronted, and it was not enough to feed me and my girls habit. and this was gonna be the last time he was gonna front us because it was taking us longer to get rid of it, so we just sold like 1/3 of the dope, and did the rest, and i turned my phone off.

most of it was i was afraid to tell him i didn't have the money. even though i had been with him for years, if you don't come up with the money, who knows what he will do (he left some VERY threatening voicemails)

in hindsight, wish i didn't ruin that relationship because then i had to start copping on the block which eventually led to me getting arrested.

for a long time i was paranoid as fuck that he would find me.

and that is the ONLY time i have ever fucked someone over, and karma came back around on me which i fully deserved. i still feel bad for doing that.
 
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