I always thought that was funny. If I didn't do dope I wouldn't know anything about stamp bags or how they have names (well maybe I'd have an idea after American Gangster). It's sort of one of those things that you only get if you're in the heroin culture. Some of them are pretty funny/clever.
I remember a few times getting ones with real nice graphics and nice lettering. You would think that the dope would be good in a bag that is of better quality, but it wasn't. The quality of the appearance of the bag doesn't usually mean much. Just the style (length, width, way it's folded, if it has an outer wrapper, etc.) will give you more of an indication where it's from. This will give you somewhat of an idea of how it'll be, but the potency always varies.
One of my favorite graphics was of a stick figure man at a gas pump holding the gas pumping device? (the nozzle?) in his hand. Under the graphic it said "Diesel". It was cute.![]()
One of my favorite stamps (both in quality and appearance) was this 'glory' stamp that said it in a cloud with rays of sunshine around it. The ink was pink and I got that stamp for years. It was pretty much always fire, and dropped down to average dope here and there but usually always the same good dope.
I had met someone in detox that was getting that bag with his friends, and he said that they were all about it, and some even spoke about getting the stamp tattoo. I thought that was a bit extreme, but it looked really cool and wasn't drug specific so it could make a cool tattoo.
Those bags were so solid though. I remember when they were around but we also had other connects closer my boy would ask if I needed anything and I would be like yea I'll drop $50, but then if he said he was going to get 'glory' I would up my order to basically all my available dope funds. This stuff had people with moderate tolerances dropping from doing 2 baggers. It was on par with the best stuff I was getting from Brooklyn, but this stuff was out of a worse spot in Queens. The few times our guy ran out he would always be able to grab some bags for us from someone else in his project building since so many people around there are slinging.
The guy was an OG though, so you didn't want to piss him off. He was like just under 50 and would almost dress like a pimp and I saw him straight up bitch-slap someone whose money wasn't right. He didn't give deals on bags and would never front you, but sometimes if you were a little short when you got to him he would let you owe him, but next time you saw him he would just take out for it. 'I like a man who pays his debts' was what he said once when he just gave us less when my one boy owed him. He knew some of us were friends and the dick would sometimes short one of us out of what the other friend owed, even if we hadn't seen the friend in a bit.
He's in jail now and his boy that finally got paroled for a murder he did as a teen is running things for him. He's a way nicer guy all things considered, but he isn't as professional as the original guy. I guess that's the trade-off though.
The only other complaint I had about them was that they would have us meet them right next to a police precinct and would do the deal in the wide open. The one dude would actually count the money up in the air. Being white kids in the hood everyone would be looking at us. One time the dude that took over was standing there waiting for us which looked so shady, then leaned into the car to do the deal and right when we pulled away a white guy in a jeep pulled behind us so we thought we were done, and I hear the dealer yelling to us 'put that shit up' meaning stick it in our ass crack. Luckily it was either a fireman or something because we didn't get stopped, but I did get popped there a different time and it was just for being white in the hood as the cops never saw the deal and actually told us that they were looking for guns when they stopped us.
The area is consistently in the top 5 for gun violence and there had just been a murder there recently so they were cracking down at the time. It's one of the last true shitholes left in NY so there is tons of dirt going on there so if you are white you are just asking to get pulled over there. Worst place I have copped in hands down, and I do not miss copping there. Those cops talked so much shit to us that even the black dudes were getting pissed about it. Also a black detective told us that in his 20 years working there he had never seen white boys locked up in that precinct, which didn't make us feel any better. What did make us feel better was the fact that they missed the 18 bags on my boy when they strip searched us (probably since I was acting up so much that they thought it was on me so searched me more than them) so we were able to get high while locked up. They still planted a bag on us though in order to get the arrest. When they came back to process us and we asked the charge and they said poss of a controlled substance for a bag of heroin I told them that was bullshit and asked the stamp on the bag (since my boy only had that car for a few weeks and the only stamp we had gotten during that time was 'glory') but they had no answer.
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