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 had something very similar happen to me in one of the ghetto towns by me. I was having a beer with my friend and he tells me how he just ran into a few dudes who said they had coke (probably approached him since he's white and was in a black area), so he told them he fucked around, so they told him they would call him later when they were good. He was telling me this as his phone was ringing with them calling, and when he answered I hear him say
"dog food, idk" and then asks me what it means and if I know anyone interested. I told him it meant heroin and that I would be down to sample a few bags, so we set up a meet.
We ran into them later that night, and they asked me what I was looking for. As I do with all prospective dealers, I told them I just wanted to buy 2 bags, see the quality, and if all was good I would be a very good customers of theirs and make them good money. They give me the b.s. about not having it on them, and how they would hit me up later about that. Later comes and they never answered the phone, but of course the next day they texted me some b.s. about their phone acting up. So now they are saying they want to sell me a bundle, but I told them I'm not looking to spend that much money yet until I know how the product is. They of course tell me it's fire, but I still insisted on only getting a few bags. They went down on the bundle price, but it seemed so sketch I told them I was good and going to my regular dude.
Just about every day after that I would get texts from them saying "bunny, X?" to which I would reply to them saying I was still only going to drop $20 before doing any real business with them. They again dropped the bundle price, to the point where it wouldn't even be worth it for them to do considering I was willing to pay regular price for 2 bags. Like why on earth would they want to sell me 8 more bags that I wanted for a little over 2x what I wanted to pay for the two bags? Sometimes they would say they would do the two bags, but then not answer their phone again that day. It was pretty evident that they just wanted to beat me, and were trying to get the price low enough for me to bite, but high enough for it to be worth it for them to rip me off.
This was in the spring, and I actually just got a text last week from a number that must have been one of theirs, saying 'bunnies' and nothing else. They never bothered my friend about the coke again after never getting any for him that night, so I've been wondering why they were so persistent with me but not him. Maybe because he lived in the ghetto town they were from, and I don't, so they wouldn't run into me again if they ripped me off, but regardless that's still a lot of work to put in to rip me off for not that much money. That's why I never really trust any black people that claim they can get me all these drugs, because chances are it's a scam. Spanish dealers seem to be more business oriented and looking out for the long term, so I like to stick with them, especially since they are the ones getting the drugs shipped to them from their family members in their native countries.
I've just got to bitch about my dealer for a second because this shit is unreal...
His dope is great, and even his coke, but he's terrible with time, and he's also paranoid as all hell; and I understand his reason for being so paranoid because the guy sells out of his home, and he lives in an apartment complex, so, there's good reason to be so cautious.
But the guy is just such an unbelievable dick. I know how he likes things to be done, and so I try to do things in that particular way for him whenever I'm picking up; for example, if I see someone when I'm walking to his apartment, I'm supposed to keep walking and then call him to let him know.
Today, there was no one around, so I walked up to his door but it was locked. I sat down on the steps outside and called him to tell him that the door was locked. When I hung up with him, a car rolled into the parking lot and parked basically right in front of me. At that moment, I had two options: get up and walk away, which I thought would look more suspicious, or continue waiting the extra few seconds for my dealer to open the door for me and then step inside. I chose to wait, and I guess that I chose wrong because my dealer gave me a hard time.
He opened the door for me, and immediately... "Again, brother, again! You got to use your head!" I told him, straight-up, "dude that person rolled up after I hung up with you, and what was I supposed to do? walk away? you don't think that would have looked more suspicious?" He was like, "No I don't. You get up, and you walk away. That's just common sense..."
I can't believe it. Honestly, I'm thinking of beating him. I'm fucking tired of being treated like shit by this dealer, and I'm on methadone now anyway. But, it's all talk and I know that I'll never beat him because I hate the idea of having a bad reputation. Still, he's such an ass, and I hate getting yelled at and being made to feel stupid over something like that...
That reminds me of my friends dealer that was the biggest dick ever. He would just talk down to my friend so badly, ripping him a new asshole over the slightest mistake. Even if you were buying more drugs than you initially said he would get pissed, because "you know I live on the 13th floor, it's not easy for me to just run back up there and get you more dope." Well, it's not exactly easy for us to drive to you from the suburbs, 40 mins one way, and having to go through the ghetto where we stick out like sore thumbs with cops just waiting to pull us over if they so much as see us. This guy would also never give deals, and would never spot out any bags no matter how much we were getting. My boy was copping at least 2 bundles a day from him, but whenever he asked for a few bags on the arm he would say "I can't do that right now champ." That dealer got locked up recently though, and the guy taking over for him isn't as good with time and availability, but will at least spot out a few bags since he uses and knows how it is to be sick, and is way nicer than his predecessor. He told us the other guy sniffed some dope too, so I'm surprised he never spotted out anything.
My other problem with them is that they didn't care much about the customer getting popped, as long as they didn't have to go out of their way for the sale. The one guy would have us meet him right next to the precinct (I never realized how close it was until we got locked up there and were brought basically right back to where we had copped) since he lived right behind it. The new guy sells on the block he lives and claims all his neighbors keep to themselves, but then told us how he was just searched there the night before, so obviously someone is talking since there's no other reason why he would be searched like that on a residential block in NYC. Yet he still had my boy meeting him there so he wouldn't have to walk far with the dope, even though that meant my boy would be more likely to get popped.
