So I've recently moved to a new city here in Australia where I dont know anybody at all. Im not a massive user but I do like to smoke a bit of ice (meth) a couple of times a month, when I can afford it.
So anyway I had been here a couple of months and still hadn't been lucky enough to find myself anybody who could hook me up. I just dont hang with the right circles, Im a student and that dominates most of my time.
So two months into my time here I had come into some money and thought it would be nice to have a bit of a smoke. Not knowing anybody I had no choice but to hit the street if I wanted to score. So I did, and unfortunatly I managed to get ripped twice in the space of a couple of hours. I live near the red light district so drugs are pretty common and out in the open. I got talking to the first guy after seeing him carry out what looked like a deal, turns out it was. So we got talking he said he could fix me up and we did the deal on the spot. Were out in the open its pretty busy so besides a quick glance I wasn't really able to examine the stuff, and it looked ok. Turns out its not, I get home and Ive got some very expensive rock salt on my hands. I head back up wander round for a while and I manage to spot this guy again, but not before he spots me and takes off. Never seen him again since.
Anyway I get to telling this story to a girl Ive met a couple of times at a local pub and she said she knew a guy that was usually around the area. So she takes of for about half an hour while I polish off a couple more red bull and vodkas. Eventually she comes back with this guy, we sit around, chat for a bit, I tell this guy the story about me already being ripped off once tonight and that I cant afford to get ripped off again, he assures me this is legit, he even gives me one of these funny little business cards he has made up. Lmao a dealer with a card thats a first, mind you it was pretty subtle, but still. So we organise to do the deal, I say I wanna see the stuff before I do anything. He only has deals done up in whole grams, but he gives me a good look at one of those and this stuff is the real deal. He just has to weigh me up a smaller amount, so he ducks into the bathroom to pull me out what I want. He comes back out shortly and as hes sitting back down the cops walk in the door. Looks like they are gonna be there for a while so we very quietly finish the deal under the table. They leave, I finish my drink and head home, only to find out that, get fucked ive been ripped again.
I was fuming, I had more than enough cash to have a good weekend at the start of the night, and now I was two hundred bucks down and couldnt afford to buy anything at all now. Im thankful Im not an addict, I still had more cash but still had to pay rent, buy food etc.
At this point Im thinking surely this guy cant have given me his real number. I decide Im going to call it anyway, I try it three times over about twenty minutes and its at best switched off with no voicemail, at worst just no longer in use. I dont know why but I decided as a last resort to send a message and then forget about it. I resolved to not try and score again until I had a decent dealer/friend and I kicked back with a few drinks and some episodes of how I met your mother to try and unwind.
Then the good part of the story happens. About an hour later my phone rings, and its the number this guy had given me. I answer it and get talking to this guy, who is not the guy who gave me the number. Turns out he is actually a dealer himself, we get to talking and I tell him the story of my night and how I ended up with his number. We chat for a bit and he says there might be somthing he can do. Anyway he and his girlfriend duck round to my place about an hour later and we have a chat and hang out for a bit. Turns out they just wanted to suss me out a bit and I guess I passed because he then goes on to do me a deal on credit. I mean Ive never met this guy in my life, I dont know anybody he knows yet hes willing to help me out. I explain that Im not a big user and it'll probably be at least a week before I can afford to fix him up and hes all cool with it. He really restored my faith in people that night.
So I had been ripped off pretty badly, learnt about the streets of my new city the hard way. (In my old city I had only ever dealt with one girl who was a pretty good friend) But on the bright side I had met a really nice couple in the process. And their ice is without a doubt the best I have ever had. Since then I've paid him back and scored again (still fantastic stuff). It was a shit night that ended well, getting ripped off sucks, but sometimes the universe makes you feel better. If I see either of those guys again there is probably not a lot I can do. Im just a girl with no dangerous friends. But I believe in Karma, and I believe it bites. They'll get whats coming.
