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Heroin war stories

I used to rollerblade to pick up from this one guy. It was always funny when they saw me, a white kid, rollerblading through the ghetto, and then usually sniffing the gear straight out of the bag on the way home. Round trip was like 6 miles which wasn't too bad, and was always better on the skate back with some gear in me, chain-smoking the whole time back.

Well this one day he was taking a while, and he didn't have a ride, so I said I would skate over to him if needed. It was getting dark, and it was summertime, and I was racing against a storm headed for the area. I was skating as fast as I could, looking at the lightning in the distance, knowing that there was I good chance I was going to get caught in the storm. I end up meeting with him, accidentally dropped my money on the ground while doing the hand-off, and just generally nervous since I was in a bad area at night with a storm closing in on me.

For the skate home I decided to take the darker short-cut instead of the main roads which would have taken a bit longer. I get about 6 blocks in, and sure enough a pit-bull runs after me, pulling the leash out of the owners hand. Luckily I stopped and it didn't attack me, but I surely wanted to punch the owner in the face. I get another 3/4 mile, and it starts to downpour. My parents call to see what I was doing, and I told them I could use a ride. When I told them where I was, they started questioning my motives. I got the ride, and when I got home they started pressing me about if I was in the area to buy drugs. I sarcastically replied "yea, I rollerbladed into the ghetto to buy drugs." I think my actual excuse was that the gas station was exactly 2 miles away, so I would skate there and back to make it a 4 mile exercise. I doubt they believe that one, and a simple check on the computer would have confirmed the lie.
 
remind me to tell ya about the one in Bairrio de Alexio ehen i'm not as gouched tis dangerous funny n damn right stoopid but too nise to be tellin long stories atm i will though trust .
 
Great thread!!

I have a decent one. Lsat summer, me and my 3 band mates (one of which is my fiancee) went on a road trip to Bradford to take the drummer to play with his more famous band at the 1 in 12 club for his bands album launch. Before we left my mate remembered he'd met this incredibly scary radge smack addict while picking up his meth at the chemist and had gotten his number for weight. We couldn't score anywhere else and all 4 of us where rattling something rotten so we thought fuck it, and drove to this rough a fuck estate to meet a mental smack dealing gangster none of actually knew. We locked my girlfriend in the car, and went in tooled up incase he tried to take our money off us or it got heavy. Instead, the guy is nice as fuck, introduces us to his wife who gets us all a brew. Then they took us a few miles down the road and we got a teener of fucking fire top notch brown (this was during the drought as well). We all chipped in about 15 each and ended up with fuckin loads!!

Then we had to mission straight to Bradford, so all 4 of us where sat in a dark car driving down the motorway trying to chase foil. Let me assure you, its fuckin difficult...by the time we got their we where so fuckin wrecked, the drummer finally got on stage and just gouched over his snare for the first 10 mins of the set and then suddenly just came crashing in to the song like a fucking metronome. It was one of the best gigs/nights I've ever had. The drive home was fuckin mental tho, driver kept nodding out and veering across 3 lanes on the motorway. We had to keep him awak all the way back to newcastle.
 
not so much a story but a warning well there is a road in town which had become a bit of a hotspot for scoring and to be honest though it is council housing stock it ain,t fucking st pauls pre 2006 .
I was scoring there every 2 days without giving a fuck weather the neighbours saw or not and this 1 night the dealer had been ages you know like black man ages (2 minutes next call i can see you man 2 seconds everyone knows what dealers can be like.

sat in the car with my mate and i get a knock at the car window some big arsed white dude covered in tattoos said open the door mate . fuck that i thought next minute 3 others come rushing out tooled up with baseball bats and knuckle dusters . You can quess what happens next smash goes the wing mirror , back window cracked drivers side windows on the verge f having a size 12 boot in im shitting myself we are fucked

i try to start the car im out of here and i got to wait 20 seconds for the glow plugs to warm before it will start. so by the time the engine starts my car looks like it been in a 12 car pile up and im driving off with some mad neo nazi on the bonnet punching the front window with knuckle dusters

i speed up to 20 mph brake and he goes flying off the bonnet and im getting the fuck out of dodge so the moral of the story is it may seem safe to score because there is no police about and you been checking youre man there for time . But never under estimate your local vigilantie junkie hating neighbourhood watch because i would rather the police come than have 2 broken arms and legs
 
I've had a similar experience. I was pulled over having a toot and some woman comes running out the house next door screaming her head off. Then a couple of lads appeared too. They were shouting and acting aggressive so I fucked off before they could get near me!

There was this other time when a woman asked me (in a rather nice way) to go park elsewhere do smoke my drugs!

Then there was the train station car park - me and the missus were having a toot when a voice comes booming over the loudspeaker saying "for the attention of the people in the black Vauxhall, please be aware that we're watching you on CCTV". So we fucked off again.

There was this once that my car got nicked too. Well, sort of, I got it back but that's another story.
 
Top Cat said:
^ fucking hell, that's nuts. was this in bristol?
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no gloucester yeah ive been pulled up by the landlord for tooting in the car park walking up looking pissed and ready for a rumble so i drove off and he is taking my number plate and it must be that the police have fuck all to do. About 2 hours later driving along i get pulled by the old bill for a search TOO late YOU WANKERS no fuck off and do some real police work like eating dounots
 
4x4ledbury said:
no gloucester yeah ive been pulled up by the landlord for tooting in the car park walking up looking pissed and ready for a rumble so i drove off and he is taking my number plate and it must be that the police have fuck all to do. About 2 hours later driving along i get pulled by the old bill for a search TOO late YOU WANKERS no fuck off and do some real police work like eating dounots
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:D You said it 4x4! Nowt else better to do! I love it when they search you and you've consumed it already, haha. Even better is when they search you and miss it! Then you can go and have a pipe/toot as soon as they've gone!
 
So I thought I would start a thread, that might take off ,for any stories you might want to share form your years of using - like lots of you I have many but here's one I prepared earlier....


So the holiday had been planned for months but I left my last, most important purchase until the day before. I called Darren and he sent a runner – this was back in 2002 when heroin was the most plentiful and cheapest it had ever been and the runners would walk about with grams, 1/8’s and score bags that were .6.
We met at one of the many depressing piss stinking stairwells in Hackney that would change depending where he was. However after a minute it was obvious that there was going to be a problem, I needed a minimum of 7g’s for the 2 weeks away and he only had 4 and two bags but there was nothing I could do my plane took off in six hours so with the gear gripped in my hand (always in the hand so flinging it could be the difference between getting a hard time and going in front of a judge)

I never sweated going through customs-never had and all was going fine. When we got to the villa I made 14 small packets and divided up the gear as equally as I could but unable to resist having as extra large one for smoking straight away. As the days went on I was able to keep to my daily limit and would smoke half in the morning and half in the evening plus the tooter ( my original plan to keep it till the end of the holiday was never going to work as I needed/wanted to have as much as I could everyday.

Finally the last evening approached and although I had dipped in to some of the bags over the two weeks I still had enough to smoke on the last night. I waited as long as I could and at about midnight smoked my last foil.

I had crashed out in the living room and on waking up realised that something didn’t seem right when Jane came in it suddenly hit us , we had been burgled my ring was gone and the car keys to the rental car as well as a camera and other bits and pieces. We had to be at the airport for 11am and with me speaking to the local police and finding out we needed to report the crime at the station it soon became apparent that we were in a major fix- luckily Jane had the presence of mind to call the holiday company who told us to get a cab to the airport and they would sort it there. They were true to there word and we even added on a few extras for the insurance.

Sitting on the plane I was getting a little jittery my mind was fucking with me dragging me closer to withdrawals I managed the journey and when we at last landed all I could think about was getting in the pre- ordered cab, getting home and scoring. The cab didn’t show up and so another hour was wasted sorting out another as soon as we were on our way I was straight on the phone – the days of having dozens of numbers were long gone for me as I had two very reliable dealers who ‘never’ ran out – except for today
‘You’re fucking joking’
‘Sorry mate should be sorted in an hour or so’
…’the mobile number you are trying to call is switched off pleas….’
‘fuck fuck fuck’
Jane was getting very pissed off not only was I talking about brown in front of the driver she didn’t care for my ranting on the phone.

On getting home I drove to a friend’s house who had nothing and couldn’t get anything. I was sneezing and yawning and the onset of full blown WD’s was imminent. Then a miracle my phone rang – it was Martin who told me to meet him in Hackney, outside hackney central station. As I drove I started to feel nauseous but nothing was going to stop me getting to Hackney, it was only 15 minutes away, the puke rose up my throat and as I drove I was spewing my breakfast all over the road But I didn’t care as long as I got to my brown medicine. He was there waiting for me I only had £20 but that was going to be enough – I had to smoke it NOW and knew I wouldn’t be able to drive the 25 minutes home. I had no money to get any foil so I rang the bell of a friend who lived round the corner; a woman answered the door who I had never seen;
‘Is Alex in’
‘Nah he’s at the studio’
‘Oh errrr do you think I could use your loo as my tummy is a bit upset’
‘I suppose so’ she didn’t sound very happy about it I looked in a state my shirt was off as it was covered in sick and my eyes must have looked wild.
She followed me through the kitchen but I managed to grab some foil and locked myself in the loo It took me less than a minute to fashion a tube and dump the gear on to the foil I took a huge hit and puked what ever remained in my stomach
‘Are you okay’
‘Yeah I should be fine, give me a couple of minutes’
But as far as I was concerned I was going to smoke the lot how ever long it took.
I left 20-30 minutes later after the constant ‘are you okay’ question became to irritating I felt fine now and sat in the car goofing out for an hour or so before getting home.

Jane just gave me ‘that’ look and I sat down trying to figure out what I was going to do the next day.
 
nice read.

You mentioned that you were going to do some writing for a blog not long ago , i take this a little bit of what to expect ? If so good on you mate.
 
SamhainGrim said:
And in some cases you even get the story twice.

Merged with previous thread of the same name.
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i hear you but you can't deny that it read well on the second time ?

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To take things from your own life & then put them into a proper read ( without incriminating ) is really difficult. If i could do it then i would blaze a few stories .
I can't though not atm . I always end up putting myself init & cos of my location folk will know straight away what what n whos who. I would have to lie to get round that and then it's just fiction .
I'm not educated in grammar to pull it off anyhow . If you have read any of the few yarns i put up they are all over the place grammatically .
 
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They might be sometimes Brimz, but you tell a good tale and I like reading your stuff when you write it. Don't get too hung up on grammar - I had no idea what you were on about half the time when I first read your posts but now I think of your way of using language as like your voice or accent.
 
I tend to type as i would chat . I'm not really that well educated formally not that it bothers me .
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thinking about it i learnt more from Rakim than my English classes for real !!
 
I remember this exact story(OP), it was posted on here already in a previous thread. Love it, the puking out of the car window is class.

Oh wait it is the same thread, just resurrected.
 
Not quite the exact same story though...

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