I want to apologize to everyone before I start, I took a little something something before sitting down to write this. So I am in a really chatty mode, playing on my girlfriends family computer, so I cant seem to figure out how to sign out of their AIM and get into mine, to vent to my other friends, so I am going to use this forum to sort of let loose all of my pent up adrenaline and boredom. OK? If its a problem, just let me know, thanks ahead of time!

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In my younger years, around 16 and 17 years of age, which was about a half decade ago; most definetly, would have had to been ecstasy This is before my region, north-western Illinois / eastern Iowa (for those wondering

) had the one, and only, major ecstasy distribution ring shut down. It was a Vietnamese cat, with some ties to fellow Vietnamese distributors out of Boston, Massachusetts. And, he had a good dozen or so college students working alongside him; the general area, I live in houses one university, a private college, a community college, as well as a satellite campus for a major state university, as well, so to say their was a demand for the shit was an underestimated statement. But, soon the cops caught on to them and shut down their entire operation, seizing their last shipment as soon as it arrived in town too, literally shutting down the entire "ill scene" for the entire area, for months and months, before anyone could jump in to fill the void. At this time,the Vietnamese dude and his crew would bring in maybe four different stamped pills at a time, and these four pills would be the only pills hitting the streets for the better part of a month and a half, to sometimes three months. Which didn't bother me. They actually contained legit MDMA, and MDA. I remember one of my first rolls came from these guys. They had Red Ferrari's and Green Ferrari's, the first contained a high amount of MDMA, and the second contained a split amount of MDMA/MDA, but either way both were fucking amazing! People still to this day, now five or six years later, speak of these pills and the greatness that they brought to them. There were the hated Yellow Naked Ladies, which for the most part were complete duds, and then the Gold Mercedes-Benz, which from my personal experience probably contained a bit of caffeine, and perhaps the tiniest amount of MDMA, definetly not anything special, but these two throw-away pills came in the same package as the Ferrari's which were well worth your money back in those days.
Black drug dealers who normally sold crack cocaine and marijuana were the ones to pick up the trade. It seemed like in a matter of a month or two, there were more ecstasy dealers you could count on your hands, wayyy more than there were around when the Vietnamese dude was running things. It seemed like every black ecstasy dealer was from Chicago, too. Every time you went to one of the dude's he would have at least two, sometimes three, different types of pills to choose from. And, then the next week, go to the same dealer, he still might have one of those old pills from last week, but he'd have another two pills that replaced the old two pills. And, this went on and on and on. So what was happening? Damn Chicago gang bangers, were buying fucking piperazine "ecstasy" pills up in Chicago and shuttling them down our way selling the shit as legit rolls. Which most people fell for. Not me, however. I sold the pills for awhile. I couldn't turn down the money. I hooked up with a chick who was a banger from Chicago, tied directly to some of the players bringing down these pills to my town. Found how what they were paying for things, and after about four or five months of studying purchasing thousands of dollars worth of product a weekend, she finally hooked me up and plugged me on thru. By that time, it was a little too late, I was getting out of the game, but the last two or three times I made a move I was able to get a jar of these 'piperazine' ecstasy pills if ya can even call them that for less than a full hand of fingers a piece.

Her cousin was one of them bringing down 500+pills every trip to my town, slang 'em, collect the cash, make another trip, normally happened about five or six times a month. And, she was close with another big cat, whose name rang, in the streets, as the main go-to-guy if you were looking to buy in weight. The dude would only sell rolls with a minimum purchase of 10 jigs at a time, and only to his close friends. Otherwise he demanded the typical quarter jar, half jar, full jar, two jars, and so forth. Long story short, he ended up making three undercover sales to a guy working for a confidential informant, sold him 400 pills in three different buys, so he is now facing something like 20 to 30 years in some federal penitentiary,
A N Y W A Y S . . . my current party drug as of late would have to be alcohol, powder cocaine, and sometimes "shrimp" (mephedrone); whenever I can come across it. I had a solid connect to a medium level supplier (few ounces) for a good three to four months, but my plug thru to him, moved to the City, kind of leaving me struck. That mixed with me developing a bad opiate habit, has kind of let me drift away from this scene altogether.