'twas a good day to be me today!
I didn't have work until six in the evening, and so the girlfriend and I decided we'd go cop some bags from our guy even though his shit has been bunk lately. I mean, we owed him a little bit of money, and so we figured that we would go clear our debt with him at least.
It wasn't total garbage, but it wasn't the fluffy, white dope that he normally has. I had my girlfriend drive so that I could rip open the bags and rack up lines for us. Just as we were on our way back home, a friend I've been talking to (from here on bluelight) but never met in person texted me and very generously offered to throw us a couple of bags. I had my girlfriend turn back around, and soon enough, I've got a bluelighter in the back of my car. It was my first bluelight meet-up, and it was chill. I gave him a couple of my bags and he gave me a few of his which were nearly three times the size of mine.
We made it home in time to bake some cinnamon buns (one of my favorite dope foods), and I had caught a pretty decent nod before getting to work. Needless to say, work went by quickly for me.
Then, I got out of work and my girlfriend and I had planned on picking up a few subs from a friend so that we can reduce our tolerance before my birthday. But we had some money left over after negotiating the price with our two friends, and on our way back home we thought, "well, let's go get a few bags before we start on our suboxone schedule." Again, we didn't want the bunk that our usual guy has, so we called up our two friends and asked where they were going to score. (We knew that they were going to pick up bags with the money that we had given them for the subs, of course.)
My friend tells me that they're going to a different guy, and that he has the pink panther stamps. I nearly shit myself, as it's one of the more popular stamps I've heard a lot about. I asked if he could hook me up, and he tells me that after letting his guy know I'm coming through, he'll give me his number. (But no one ever gives up their connect, so I thought he was bullshitting me.) Sure enough, he calls me right back and gives me the guy's number!
tl;dr ... bought some dope, sniffed some dope, met a bluelighter, traded bags, sniffed some more dope, ate some cinnamon buns, nodded all throughout work, picked up some subs, got a new dealer, new dealer has pink panther bags, sniffed some pink panther dope, and now we're back home just chilling.
