Here I will attempt to share a memorable experience from nearly a decade ago.
I had just acquired this connect a couple weeks prior. I was going to their apartment almost once (or twice) a day so they certainly knew who I was in a short period of time (a reliable customer). This place was the epitome of a "trap house". Literally, it was the 1-stop-shop. They had pretty much everything from weed (swag), heroin, from cocaine to meth, and pharms, powder, liquid, etc. They even had cigarettes that were a couple bucks cheaper than gas station price. Sometimes I would go there just to buy a few packs of smokes lol. They lived in a poverty stricken environment. It was grim, frightening and sketchy. The absence of positive thought was the only consistent thing. Negativity and ego driven assholes lurked in the abyss of this apartment complex. Twas the Projects.. and I had been getting their x tabs for 3$ a piece and reselling them for 10-15$ a piece; That was my side hustle. The first time I was brought to their apartment, this 1 (of the 3) guy pointed a gun at me. (Absolutely retarded. Mind you, I am not the same person as back then)
So..On this late night, I was on the way to pick up 150 x tabs with my buddy. As I pulled down the street, we were approaching the apt complex. All of a sudden, I get a call from the guy demanding to not come to the "trap" but to just park at the gas station right across the road. (Side note: I hated dealing with these types of dealers.) Anyways, I parked at the gas station and a rickety, old maroon truck pulled up behind me. My buddy coincidentally knew him (the x runner) so he got out and got in the truck. Basically, I figured it'd go smoother since he knew the dude personally and I was already rolling. I thought he was just going to grab the bundle of x and hop back in my car, but no, they drove off. I guess they had to go pick it up or something. So now I am sitting at a ghetto-ass gas station, by myself, at 1:00 am, rolling my balls off waiting on more, with about 2 ounces of bud in the car and a few xannys. Mind you, I am the only white person lol I did not fit in to the scene.
30 minutes went by, still waiting, and my phone had just died. I was sort of worried, but again I was rolling balls and fully reclined, music on (probably the mars volta) and chain smoking the fuck out of my pack. I ended up getting out of the car to buy some orange juice and another pack of smokes since I doubted they would card me in this area. As I was waiting in line, this crazy lady called me out and said something along the lines of "Man you sure are bugging, I used to sell the fuck out of x until I got busted and went to prison. Just got out..." I just bashfully smiled and got the fuck out of there. I was 16 at the time. I got back in my car, rolled a joint to kill time and before I knew it, all the orange juice was gone, all my cigarettes were smoked, and I had been sitting there for over an hour.
At this point of time, I am actually freaking out. Like should I leave? Do I look for my friend? How long do I wait? What happened? Panic...
As all these thoughts were rushing through my mind, I checked my rear-view mirror and what do I see? A cop car pulling into one of the gas pumps. My heart started racing faster. I looked out the other mirrors and realized there were two undercover cars parked on the other side of the lot, and one SUV at the other pumps and the same SUV model parked across the street (near the entrance of the apt complex). It looked staged. The cars were blacked out, and new. It was a set up. Then I saw a guy walking towards my car. Clearly an undercover. I remember every step he took towards my car was a time I fumbled the joint and bag of herb into the center console. Such butter fingers. I think I dropped the joint in the crack between the car n center console haha. so nervous.
The UC was dressed in a fucking Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. So retarded. I mean come on, we were in a ghetto and he is dressed up so fake; totally did not fit the scene but then again neither did I. The only people at this gas station were people who looked dirty and rough and then there was me, A scrawny white 16 yr old in a decent car. He flashed his light in my car and asked me what I was doing there. I told him I was just getting something to drink, and was going to get gas but realized I left my money at home. He told me I need to leave, that there is about to be a drug sting happening at this place (probably not in those words). I left immediately.
As I was pulling out of the gas station, the truck with my buddy and ecstasy passed by, coincidentally. what amazing timing, my phone was dead. So, I nonchalantly followed them. We went about 3 miles and hopped onto I-45 and drove for about 4 or 5 exits. And then we did the transaction behind a business (that was closed). It was so fucking sketchy and so crazy.
I wonder if the sting was set up for us. Even though we weren't buying a lot, I know that they were selling a lot and were reckless so maybe it would have been an easy target. Or maybe it was just coincidentally another deal that was bigger about to happen. Either way (and most importantly), we were safe.
The dealers (not the x runner) I was buying from is locked up for like 50 years, the other one is dead, and the other guy is locked up for life for shooting someone aka murder. Soo, fuck them anyways. Terrible people. Oh yeah, also the reason why it took [my buddy and dealer] so long was just typical dealer stuff; unprepared n bullshitting - nothing relevant.
To conclude this rant, we drove back to a buddy's apartment with the goods. Sold ALL of them to about 15 people, and partied for like 24-30 hours or so. I remember that the comedown was so miserable and one of the last times i would ever take a tab. this was also before i discovered pure molly (ok, maybe not pure). And also, the "x runner" ended up making some life changes, as did I, and we are now friends among the same amazing group of people. Honestly great people nowadays. Anyways, there is my rant from about 11 years go.
Cheers.
I had just acquired this connect a couple weeks prior. I was going to their apartment almost once (or twice) a day so they certainly knew who I was in a short period of time (a reliable customer). This place was the epitome of a "trap house". Literally, it was the 1-stop-shop. They had pretty much everything from weed (swag), heroin, from cocaine to meth, and pharms, powder, liquid, etc. They even had cigarettes that were a couple bucks cheaper than gas station price. Sometimes I would go there just to buy a few packs of smokes lol. They lived in a poverty stricken environment. It was grim, frightening and sketchy. The absence of positive thought was the only consistent thing. Negativity and ego driven assholes lurked in the abyss of this apartment complex. Twas the Projects.. and I had been getting their x tabs for 3$ a piece and reselling them for 10-15$ a piece; That was my side hustle. The first time I was brought to their apartment, this 1 (of the 3) guy pointed a gun at me. (Absolutely retarded. Mind you, I am not the same person as back then)
So..On this late night, I was on the way to pick up 150 x tabs with my buddy. As I pulled down the street, we were approaching the apt complex. All of a sudden, I get a call from the guy demanding to not come to the "trap" but to just park at the gas station right across the road. (Side note: I hated dealing with these types of dealers.) Anyways, I parked at the gas station and a rickety, old maroon truck pulled up behind me. My buddy coincidentally knew him (the x runner) so he got out and got in the truck. Basically, I figured it'd go smoother since he knew the dude personally and I was already rolling. I thought he was just going to grab the bundle of x and hop back in my car, but no, they drove off. I guess they had to go pick it up or something. So now I am sitting at a ghetto-ass gas station, by myself, at 1:00 am, rolling my balls off waiting on more, with about 2 ounces of bud in the car and a few xannys. Mind you, I am the only white person lol I did not fit in to the scene.
30 minutes went by, still waiting, and my phone had just died. I was sort of worried, but again I was rolling balls and fully reclined, music on (probably the mars volta) and chain smoking the fuck out of my pack. I ended up getting out of the car to buy some orange juice and another pack of smokes since I doubted they would card me in this area. As I was waiting in line, this crazy lady called me out and said something along the lines of "Man you sure are bugging, I used to sell the fuck out of x until I got busted and went to prison. Just got out..." I just bashfully smiled and got the fuck out of there. I was 16 at the time. I got back in my car, rolled a joint to kill time and before I knew it, all the orange juice was gone, all my cigarettes were smoked, and I had been sitting there for over an hour.
At this point of time, I am actually freaking out. Like should I leave? Do I look for my friend? How long do I wait? What happened? Panic...
As all these thoughts were rushing through my mind, I checked my rear-view mirror and what do I see? A cop car pulling into one of the gas pumps. My heart started racing faster. I looked out the other mirrors and realized there were two undercover cars parked on the other side of the lot, and one SUV at the other pumps and the same SUV model parked across the street (near the entrance of the apt complex). It looked staged. The cars were blacked out, and new. It was a set up. Then I saw a guy walking towards my car. Clearly an undercover. I remember every step he took towards my car was a time I fumbled the joint and bag of herb into the center console. Such butter fingers. I think I dropped the joint in the crack between the car n center console haha. so nervous.
The UC was dressed in a fucking Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. So retarded. I mean come on, we were in a ghetto and he is dressed up so fake; totally did not fit the scene but then again neither did I. The only people at this gas station were people who looked dirty and rough and then there was me, A scrawny white 16 yr old in a decent car. He flashed his light in my car and asked me what I was doing there. I told him I was just getting something to drink, and was going to get gas but realized I left my money at home. He told me I need to leave, that there is about to be a drug sting happening at this place (probably not in those words). I left immediately.
As I was pulling out of the gas station, the truck with my buddy and ecstasy passed by, coincidentally. what amazing timing, my phone was dead. So, I nonchalantly followed them. We went about 3 miles and hopped onto I-45 and drove for about 4 or 5 exits. And then we did the transaction behind a business (that was closed). It was so fucking sketchy and so crazy.
I wonder if the sting was set up for us. Even though we weren't buying a lot, I know that they were selling a lot and were reckless so maybe it would have been an easy target. Or maybe it was just coincidentally another deal that was bigger about to happen. Either way (and most importantly), we were safe.
The dealers (not the x runner) I was buying from is locked up for like 50 years, the other one is dead, and the other guy is locked up for life for shooting someone aka murder. Soo, fuck them anyways. Terrible people. Oh yeah, also the reason why it took [my buddy and dealer] so long was just typical dealer stuff; unprepared n bullshitting - nothing relevant.
To conclude this rant, we drove back to a buddy's apartment with the goods. Sold ALL of them to about 15 people, and partied for like 24-30 hours or so. I remember that the comedown was so miserable and one of the last times i would ever take a tab. this was also before i discovered pure molly (ok, maybe not pure). And also, the "x runner" ended up making some life changes, as did I, and we are now friends among the same amazing group of people. Honestly great people nowadays. Anyways, there is my rant from about 11 years go.
Cheers.