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Been Robbed in a Drug Deal? Post story

This is something I still feel bad about. I had to pick up 100 morphine 15s. I took eight. I ended up paying the lady back with ten but I still feel bad about it. Guilt and opiate withdrawal are natural enemies in the wild.
 
Whosajiggawaaa said:
^ Here it's one normal one "hollow" is how they load their mags ^ even with the small cals. And hollows can be anything up to Hydrashoks so u really don't wanna find out.
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Hydrashocks are decent hollow points, speed gold dots are my ammo of choice bc they are bonded so when it hits a target and the petals open up it stays attached to the core and causes a deeper wound chanel. And still, as i read this thread i cant get over how many weed rip offs there are involving guns...thats just insane to me.
 
manboychef said:
Guilt and opiate withdrawal are natural enemies in the wild.
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I like that.

In 12 years in the hardcore drug arena, I have not ripped one person off. Not one. And I've don't a lot of picking up for people on front, being fronted, etc. And yes, I am proud/borderline bragging.
 
Surprising how many of these are just about reefer...it's all about who you know and knowing where you come from. If you don't know, and you don't know where they come from, I don't know man, you might be setting yourself up for a bad situation.

You can never trust a dope man though...and I've never been into opiates myself, just amps and grass, but it just seems like the opiate class/types of drugs are just so addictive, sometimes it's easier to just fuck over a lot of people for money then losing out on an instant fix, it's fucked.
 
Were about to help a familar relative with some speed, three years ago, I was going to give away my last 10g of speed to a good price, after doing it on a row in four days literally stupid Fear and Loathing kind of event. Four days without sleep, all speeded up, only a clubsandwich and barely a milkshake on McDonalds. The last day of that four, I took shrooms with a friend, because I missed my boat trip home. I live on an island.

So four days without sleep, no food, a shroom trip to process, on a carevent. Guess if you are tired then?

Anyway, I got hit up before I was going to bed with a text and a call, if I could help him. Sure I said to be nice, I was so tired of that speed anyway. And it was only a 10 min walk away.
That fucking choice I was about to regret.

I was thinking of bringing a big meat knife, still little paranoid after that trip, but pretty sharp shape anyway. But nah, we are familar so what can happen..
Told him to bring the scale so he could check it when I arrived, no answer on that one. I didn't care to analyize it, was so tired anyway.

Finally got there, I see a red car, have in mind this was at midnight, so pretty dark outside too, I see a guy walking outside the car with a hood on, I'm thinking why would he meet me in such a way, well I straightened my back. It showed not to be that guy I was considered it be. Pretty odd I thought for myself at the same time dealing with him, well I was too tired to think. Could be many scenarios. Again I told him to bring up the scale so we could arrange it. He acting drunk and didn't say much.

I was hmm ok, no fucking scale then. He said we should do the deal behind a building instead, I thought he was just a silly boy, but OK. I'm a nice person. Got behind the building, just when I got the bags outside my pockets, a cigarette packet, with 2 bags of speed. Close to that incident I just went home from a school trip from Ukraine, so it had russian letters on it. Kinda shady. Maybe that what scared them too :P

Well, he started threwing punches. I was just chocked what the fuck is this? I was paralyzed at the first. All tired from that first trip so I couldn't think. Then I defended myself and threw punches at him, and told him to lend my bags the fuck back. Then some other boy came, from the car. So I was standing there 1vs2, going offensive, one in front and one in my back. It was going okey. They pretty scared. I went after their heads, I was so fucking insane at that time. I want to have my bags back and go home and fucking sleep it off.

So we stood there fighting for a moment, then they shouted to their other friends, it turned out to be a car with 6 people in it. So 3 more boys came to back them up. So now I'm standing 1vs5. "The leader" was acting like he wanted to tell me something, so I let my guard down. POOW. I went dark, now I'm laying on the ground besides some bushes, with 4 guys kicking me, and the one who just threw the punch, was laying on me, with his elbows choking my throat. Later it turned out to be a brass knuckle. I still have a 1 cm scar from it 1cm from my eye. Got pretty deep. Now I got that feeling just when on nitrous oxide, they say before you are about to die, or drown, you see flashes. That was a pretty good description at my state. My sight got smaller. But I still fought.

I think they couldn't belive what the fuck I was doing, nor what they should do with me. They emptied my pockets and run to the car. The guy who brass knuckled my cheek, was still there. Helping me up! Telling me something that I shouldn't be with x name. Probably because he's scared of losing his gf. I live in a small town. I still was left, now with blood in my whole face, even more dizzier than after that speed period. Haleluljah.

I still wanted my bags back, and my phone. So I was walking with him to their car, in which they hided instead. Their fucking scumbags. I couldn't at that point see where they got. So I asked him who I walked with who choked me, where they at? He told me they ran away, and that I shouldn't call the cops. I say give me your fucking beer, I need painkillers. He got inside that car, then they drove off.

I barely made that 10 min walk back home, almost fainted. Got into the hospital, some sleep aid, then I finally got my sleep.
 
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Now I called the cops ofcourse. I got DNA of that beer bottle. I played a saint in courtroom. They got one year in prison for abuse. Was too mild of a punishment, so I followed them up. Got sure, they all got the shit they deserved. One is in prison now. One in rehab. One I called their apartment lendering company, so they got 2 warnings, I could threw them out the street now if I want too. 2 left are afraid too go out. I'm still thinking of doing some more too them. Since I got a mild PTSD of it.

Forgot to add, the first guy I was relative with, confessed they threw my phone that night down a well, he was very apologizing, showing up to every parties I went to at first, bribing me with black afghan hasch from himalaya thing. Telling me how he now ditched his friends.

Fuckers -_-
 
omnipresenthuman said:
Surprising how many of these are just about reefer...it's all about who you know and knowing where you come from. If you don't know, and you don't know where they come from, I don't know man, you might be setting yourself up for a bad situation.

You can never trust a dope man though...and I've never been into opiates myself, just amps and grass, but it just seems like the opiate class/types of drugs are just so addictive, sometimes it's easier to just fuck over a lot of people for money then losing out on an instant fix, it's fucked.
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Mine was about crystal meth.
 
be careful about getting hard when somebody pulls a gun. in illinois a friend went to meet his guy, he said to follow him to another spot so they got into their cars. they stopped at a red light and some people were walking through the crosswalk. The dealer, who was in the car infront of my friend, gets out of the car, walks up to the crosswalk and shoots a guy in the face, then gets back in his car and waits for the light to change before driving off. my friend bailed and a few mins later the dealer calls asking where he is. My friend asked him what happened and the guy just says "oh he was out of bounds". and this was in the middle of the day.

fucking gangs.
 
So this just happened to my buddy but thought id post it any way...

So he hustles d 8s to support his habit and lives in his car atm but hes hanging at some sketchy users pad for a place to stay after hookin them up some pills and they convince him to do a shot mixed with some hard alcohol cause i guess thats what they all do and he straight up just passes out.

Wakes up and his pills are all gone (which he hides in his sock between his toes) lol all the money out of his wallets gone as well as the tank off of his e cig. Some real bull shit, turns out the girl that did it real shady bitch gives him a half a pill back so he isn't sick and ten bucks and acts like shits all cool.
then she says how she weighs 100 pounds and if she jacked him he deserves it!!
Im all what a junky bitch o woulda slapped the ever loving fuck out of her and takin off with her shit. She has it coming and jacks peopel all the time.
he just ended up grabbing all the dudes jewelry from his moms house and camera that was hers and peacing out.
 
rofl^. How did they spot it between his toes ?

Na, I still couldn't hit a woman. But there are far worse forms of punishment that don't require violence. Rack the slide pushing one in da chamber and put to her head or her ROOF MOUF!!! If someone were to steal my opiates...
 
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I'm getting to the point where any drug use is seeming pretty much worthless, unless they are given to me or offered as available and of quality. I am tired of wasting my time hunting down drugs, getting burned, wanting when there is none. When I choose to not have, there is less to take away.

It's extra difficult for me, too, because with my allergies to chemicals and things I find it hard to find "clean" drugs. I react to air fresheners and other chemical scents so unless the weed is fresh or straight from someone I trust, with little hands passed through, I am running a risk of getting contaminated product by that, or something else, and wasting my money.

Some White on White blotter, no ink, or fresh or close to freshly cured cannabis, grown correctly and processed through and cured right... some DMT from the source or one who extracted it, cleanly... Mescaline from a known source, Etc. But I am done with most drug transactions, and am in no hurry right now for any new experiences.

I have been ripped off plenty of times. I think I got coke once and it was baby laxative. I ordered some DPT from a Chinese chemical supplier that was probably laxative, as well... I have no idea about that one but I was really stupid to try to smoke it. I've bought acid that was just sweet breath. Myself and a group of college friends were so excited about it, too, and I put up the most money- the others were broke. We sat around the fire imagining it was coming on, until the anticipation went into a headache and disappointment, then we slept. Got robbed by a couple of guys in high school- gave them 70 bucks and they never got back with me, but they always ran away and made excuses from then on out, blaming the other guy, so that was almost worth the 70 bucks, to have them squirm for that long after, making excuses. Two guys also robbed weed out of my car, in high school. I tracked them down, as they bragged about it, and intimidated them to the point where one of the guys parents- his mom and dad came into my work and gave me the money value of the drugs they stole. And most recently, a guy I was going through sold 20-dollar grams of weed that were more like half grams, or 8ths that were more like 2.5 grams or less, and I kept giving him chances, because he was going to another who was weighing them/he was using his scales, so I was giving him the benefit of doubt. He still owed me money, too, but I have just cut him off. It's not worth it. I'll pay the however much he owes me to not deal with him again.

Drugs just need to be legal. At least keep tabs on things and control the market, with quality. Take it out of the hands of desperate wankers. When you put things into the dark, and not allow much airflow, and moisture is present, this invites mold, and things tend to rot.
 
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Whosajiggawaaa said:
rofl^. How did they spot it between his toes ?

Na, I still couldn't hit a woman. But there are far worse forms of punishment that don't require violence. Rack the slide pushing one in da chamber and put to her head or her ROOF MOUF!!! If someone were to steal my opiates...
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I would've jammed the piece in her mouth screamed at till she cried begging for her life, then asked her if jacking someone is worth getting killed and buried in some ditch in the middle of nowhere.
 
It seems so strange that purchasing drugs is such a problem for many people so often. I can understand the first few times and trying to find contacts but after that it should be easy. Over here there is no such thing as street dealers in general or going to dodgy places to buy shit.

Here you will usually have one guy you have known for years who lives in your area, supplies everything and delivers to your home or wherever you want to meet. Thats how it usually works and the guys are pros, trustworthy and you get their details through word of mouth so they can usually be trusted off the bat. Even buying cheap stuff, its the standard process.

For me having to wait longer then 5 minutes at the agreed upon location or having to drive a little further or to a new place to collect would be considered drug deal gone wrong. Its about ask risky as it gets besides other risks like cops and shit obviously. Driving to a city of trying to buy drugs from a random dealer would never even be something I would consider, its just not necessary.
 
Ive been sold fake shit before, plenty of times, too many stories for that, so I will just list the only example of being physically robbed. I might put up more stories later on about being ripped off, but here it goes

Story #1- Robbed in the ghetto

I was in an area in baltimore which is pretty much an open air drug market...one block has crack, one has heroin, and so on and so forth. I went down to get the smack. It was an area I used to frequent pretty often, so I knew where to look for the right people, although the people tend to change, the product tends to be on point. I hadn't been to this block in a few months at least, it was a last resort because my connect that I would call in a different area was out of shit, and I just got paid. I was in my dads benz suv, which might not be smart because it could have made me a target. I drive up to the corner, with 60 bucks in my front pocket, and sitting on $350 in my backpocket...right from the bank. The dude tells me that he needs to get in because we have to drive around the block to where his stash is. Then he tells me to stop a block away and two guys get in, so I got three dudes in the car I don't know. They then told me that they had to go to this area where I know is a dead end about ten minutes away, in an area I am not extremely familiar with, and I tell them that I don't have time for that and I ask them to get out of the car. Then the original guy gets pissed, and he says "You think we are playing?...Take his shit yo!" The guy behind me in the backseat grabs me by the neck in a headlock while the person in the front seat goes for my front pocket. I instinctively try to secure my back pocket because I know that is where the main money is, looking back that was stupid, because they wouldnt relent and they ended up getting it off of me, then the guys in the back get out and the person in the front tries to take the car keys out of the ignition, I hold onto it and he eventually exits the car. There I was left...dope sick and out of my two weeks pay :sus:
 
Was just along for the ride this time. The dude i was with was this suburban white boy who had picked up an oxy habit and started dealing, cos for some reason suburbanites like playing drug dealers. This was back when oxys were at their highest price point a few years back. Anyway this dumbass was always high and always carried his whole stash w him of at least 20 pills of the original OC 80s. Everyone knew when u did a deal w him hed pull his baggy out into his lap and slowly take out how many u needed cos he was so dipped he never had his guard up.

So anyway hes going to make a deal and two guys jump in, put blankets over our heads, have me in a chokehold and a gun to his head and demand all the pills. He always just had them in his pocket so wasnt that hard to get. I dont know if it was a real gun or not we had blankets over our heads it was freaky not being able to see anything but i had nothing on me i just felt bad for the dude.
 
ohshea said:
Was just along for the ride this time. The dude i was with was this suburban white boy who had picked up an oxy habit and started dealing, cos for some reason suburbanites like playing drug dealers. This was back when oxys were at their highest price point a few years back. Anyway this dumbass was always high and always carried his whole stash w him of at least 20 pills of the original OC 80s. Everyone knew when u did a deal w him hed pull his baggy out into his lap and slowly take out how many u needed cos he was so dipped he never had his guard up.

So anyway hes going to make a deal and two guys jump in, put blankets over our heads, have me in a chokehold and a gun to his head and demand all the pills. He always just had them in his pocket so wasnt that hard to get. I dont know if it was a real gun or not we had blankets over our heads it was freaky not being able to see anything but i had nothing on me i just felt bad for the dude.
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That's pretty damn funny.. Mfers running around with quilts ready to rob people. Hahahahahaha. Glad you weren't harmed, however.
 
When I was young and stupid, I use to get robbed often. The problem was, at like 14-15 years old I'd just ask any random person who looked like a stoner if he could fine me weed and often, they'd take my money and split, thankfully I caught on quick. One time in my pill using days I went to buy a morphine pill with those little beads inside that you crush, well after getting one, I drove home only to find out that the morphine had been replaced by sugar. Thankfully, the kid was scared of me doing something over it so I got an oxy 40 and some hard for free so all in all, I got more then I would of anyways. Another time when I was getting dope sick, my usual heroin guy wasn't picking up so a few friends and I just drove around to different users houses until some sketchy guy said he'd get us dope so we fronted him the $ but instead of bringing us heroin like he said, we bought something like crushed up methadone or something that def. wasn't dope and by the time we figured out it wasn't dope, the guy was long gone :X.
 
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