Omfg.. I've had some real dickhead dealers but then again i've had some really nice dealers who had to put up with my sick junkie bullshit and me bombing their phones with calls. LOL.
I had a dealer who used to sell me dope but claimed he had an addiction to these little small MG yellow percs.. He would text me randomly and ask if I had say "$
xxx" and I'd be like "well hes my only dealer i dont want to lose him and he probably needs money so hes probably gonna sell me extra if I give him 50.. but when I would get there he would have 5 bags (the amount I would normally pay
xxx for) and then he would text me every day asking ME to buy 4 or 6, or a bundle.
One time I was waiting around for hours for him to call and he would sound so empathetic telling me he was hurrying and what not but when it came time for him to call to tell me to come through he would act like a dick and say "hurry up if ur not here in 30 mins im leaving" and i'd have to run 3 miles just to meet him. That night when I got home he called me up saying he was in the car going to New Jersey and that he dropped a bag filled with percs on the street where i met him? and i was like "bummer" and he was like "can you go back there and look for them? im gonna be sick man im gonna be sick" and i never got over how weird that was that he assumed he dropped them, and that he ASSUMED if he DID drop them they would just be sitting there on the sidewalk for me to find after I took a 45 minute back to whatever spot we met at. like "ok yeah cool ill take a 45 minute walk to find your mysterious bag of pills and if I find them ill totallllly give them back to ya! and if i dont i guess you can just assume i found them and am stealing them. great."
But in NYC I've dealt with people who run into me on the street who ask me if im looking for drugs and give me their number. I call them and ask for dope or coke or weed and they're like "yeah man i got the hookup for anything lemme call you back" or "thats comin through later" so i call back and never get an answer... the funny part is they text me "yo" a week later and i respond and they say "what u need?" and i say dope and they respond "ima have that later" and then they of course dont... and these people just kind of sit in my phonebook pretending to be drug dealers, my thing is, why? If you're a drug dealer be a drug dealer or you're not then kick rocks does it provide you with some sort of satisfaction to tell me you got the hookup even though im a complete stranger? I would understand if I was a sexy woman you were trying to impress but i'm 1. not a woman 2. not very sexy.
I'm the kind of person who likes to find their one dealer who i can trust right away. You can tell just by meeting up with a dealer one what type of dealer they are, whether or not they're gonna be readily available, or if they're good for a week then dry for 2 weeks. and the truth is.... if you're a junkie and you're sick looking for a fix.. DONT GET EXCITED until the shit is in your hand and you're on your way to go use. I could be cluckin out hardcore and my guy could tell me to come to his place i'm not going to have any peace of mind until i hand him the money and he hands me the shit. There have been countless times where I've gone to wait in some loud ass sketchy stairwell in a bronx apartment building and 30 minutes pass and the guys phone is off that i realize i ain't getting fixed that night... In fact.. depending on who i'm dealing with, i'm not satisfied until I just pushed off the syringe and i feel the relief come.. bc you never know if you're getting fake shit.
