Most of the ones I deal with have already been discussed.
My old meth dealer, who always want me to come "alone". No on else in the car. Fuck, I couldn't bring my best friend, girlfriend, or even the people who were paying for the shit, and drop them off at some local restaurant or business, in the area, or at the park. That wouldn't work. He would literally be staking the place out. If he saw anyone there besides me, he would freak the fuck out on me the entire time the deal went down. He'd call me on my cell after the deal is done, to bitch me out for another five minutes even after the fact. Fuck, one time, I was with my sister and my girlfriend, two people that he knew very well. He would come to my house every Friday and Saturday to cop, and seen my girlfriend, knew her face, her name, her history. Same with my sister, who use to kick it with me and my girl getting fucked at my crib all the time too. He used to even kick it with my sister when they were much younger like 14-16 years old too. He seen them, and about had a heart attack. What the hell. Never understood the paranoia of that shit.
The whole, "Ill be there in ten minutes .. Im right around the corner .. I think I see you im coming .. walking out the house right now," and every other god damn excuse. Its like, if you just tell me, "hey man, legit, give me twenty five minutes and I got you." One, I would respect you a lot more. two, I wouldn't be posted up in the worst part of town, being the only one kid in a block full of black people.
Ecstasy dealers who when you tell them that those Red Apple's you got the other day didn't do the trick, that you don't want those, if that is all he has. You would rather just wait until something new comes up. Promises you he has new shit, low and behold the Red fucking Apples.
This same thing applies with cocaine, marijuana and heroin. If its of shitty quality, you tell them that if its that same product of some shitty quality that you do not want it. You would rather wait til later today to score some decent shit. But, when you get your shit, its the same damn product. Although, he swears he got this shit from his other connection, SOO it must be just what EVERY dealer must be fucking with in the City, at the moment.
On the flip side, when you have some super fire ass H or coke, and you say, hey man I want that same shit you got me last time. They say that shouldn't be a problem, but then, they give you it and its some bullshit totally not the same, and you ask what the fuck happened? "Oh .. it must have set out in the sun too long .. sat in the freezer too long .. its just old .. been in the wrapper too tight, too long, too whatever.." e__e yaaaa ...
When dealers insist on giving themselves corny ass nicknames, I know it is to avoid police detection, but come on. I bet every city, no matter the size, has a Capone, Scarface, Gotti, Trey, Killa, Trigga, Murda, the list goes on and on. And, then they be switching up their nicknames and cellphones on the regular too. Annoying as fuck. Especially when you a number one customer, you call their new number with their new nickname, and they act as if they dont know your ass. GTFO!
They try charging you just a little above what the average price of whatever product it is that you are buying, just to see if they can get over on you. This way, they know that if they can get you to pay that extra 5 or that extra 10 on a bag, or on a sack now, they got you hooked for the rest of you continuance to fuck with their ass
Dealers who believe that they are some type of kingpins when it comes to drugs. I knew this girl once who with her deadbeat boyfriend, who basically mooched off of this straight up hustler girlfriend, that once they were fucking with about a pound of some 'reggie' marijuana, or perhaps a jar of ecstasy pills, or it would be an ounce of cocaine; plus some other small time shit like some pharmecuticals like some xanax bars, vicodins, and percocets, and some personal stash pot, thought they were the top dogs of the town. They even boasted to me, that between her and me that we ran our town of say (6,000+) when it came to drugs.
Had to put her in her place. Bitch. When you be buying your ounce of cocaine, or your jar of ecstasy pills FROM ME. Kind of means that you are working for my ass, which means that you aint running shit. And, me, being not a gullible fuck, knows full well that even if I am sitting here with say $3,500 to $4,000 worth of powder cocaine at a wholesale level, or something like $2,000 worth of ecstasy pills, that I am not even in the upper tier of either the cocaine trade, or the ecstasy trade, so little bitches need to jump off of that.
