I've never robbed a dealer, and I've never robbed a junkie. It's just bad karma, man, and I can't have that.
I had the best opportunity one time to steal from this one real total son of a bitch, though, and I kind of regret not doing it. It was this scrawny little white kid who came into some money after collecting on a settlement he won from some car accident he was in a long time ago; he used that money to buy stacks of dope (10 bundles, 100 bags) every couple days and then he'd sell those bags -- at an inflated price, of course -- to all the other dope fiends in our two-horse little town.
I hated him because he was just such an asshole, and his girlfriend was such a bloody fucking cunt too; they were the kind of people who thought that they were just the absolute best, and there wasn't ever too much that you could do for them as they felt entitled to it all, and they never felt like helping anyone else out ever. I would pick them up when their car broke down or whatever, and I'd buy bags from them all the time, and I would take him to go pick up stacks all the time from his guy. Then, if I was ever hurting and I needed just one bag, just one bag, he wouldn't front me... he wouldn't front me one lousy fucking bag. His girlfriend always bitched about us, too, and she would call me psycho, and it was just... thinking about it now, I want to spit in their faces.
Well, anyway, this one time I brought him to pick up a stack from his guy. He picked it up, stashed it in my glove compartment, and then he asked me to stop at the store real quick. It was a supermarket, and I parked in what was almost the last row. He said he was going to grab a drink real quick, and he got out of my car. I checked the glove compartment, and sure enough, there it was... a stack of dope! All I had to do was pull out of the parking lot, right? Well, I called a ton of people, asking them what I should do, and this kid was taking forever inside the supermarket but I knew he would be coming out soon.
Long story short, I just couldn't do it. Even though I hated this kid and his girlfriend, and even though they treated us so piss-poorly, man, I just couldn't do it. It wasn't even out of fear, either, because this kid was small as hell and I knew that he carried no heat, nor would any of "his boys" stick up for him as no one really liked him. It just felt wrong...
But now, honestly, yeah, I'd probably do it. I'd peel the fuck out of that parking lot, take the back roads home, make it there in just ten minutes, and start ripping open bags.