Yeah, right now my ex-dealer now-junkie is, well, basically homeless. It's a sad story, really, and I can't help but feel bad for him. Basically, no one around here really has their own dealer. We live in the suburbs, and so we all have to go through middlemen. (I don't have to anymore, but many people around here still do just because it's so hard to get in with all of the dealers in the city.) Anyway, this guy, my ex-dealer now-junkie, we all went through him, and he got a settlement for a car accident he was in. He got something like $37,000, and with that money he picked up stacks from his guy in the city, brought them back to us in the suburbs, and sold us bags so that we wouldn't have to go through middlemen or take trips into the city. It was a pretty good setup, but he uses too, of course, and so that money... it's all gone now. Not only is all of that money gone, but his spot got blown up... he got kicked out of his girlfriend's house, kicked out of his sister's house... his family won't take him in. He's hit, man...
I guess there's a warrant out for his arrest now, because one of his guys ratted him out and rolled over on him. He picked up a few other charges on top of it all, petty theft and what not. Sucks, man, but uh... that's how it goes. And it's a good thing I got his dealer when I did because it looks like he'll be going away for a little bit, either to prison or to rehab.