ThePharmacist4925
Bluelighter
I'm from NJ, USA where this event took place, I wasn't sure where to put this post, so if it is in the wrong spot I would appreciate if the moderators would move it to the most appropriate section of the forum, thanks.
So I was in Trenton last night, trying to cop some oxy's through a reliable connect I used to know rather well back a few years before his prison stint. He didn't have any, not that I really expected him to, but I figured he could refer me to someone local guy that might be able to help me out. I wasn't in desperate need, I had just acquired a three to four day supply, depending on how disciplined I am going to be, but I was hoping to get another few days worth just to have so I wasn't in a bind if my regular super reliable guy couldn't come through for some reason, I'm sure he will, he's never failed me once since I met him, but the only reason I'm even back using painkillers is that I pinched my femoral and obturator nerves back in May and it hurts like a mother as the muscles and nerves slowly heal/regrow; thus I don't want to be without some sort of painkiller at all times just in case the pain spikes for some reason. The pain really doesn't have much rhyme or reason to it besides that it is worse after physical therapy, a given I suppose. Plus my doc only has me on 40mg of hydrocodone a day, and let's be honest that isn't much, especially if you are a natural heavyweight like me, I'm not bragging as it actually sucks ass to need 7 to 10 shots of novocaine every time I go to the dentist if I don't want to be miserable. I mean last year this time I was on 800 of Seroquel a day and my IQ was top 1%, medications, plants, and chemicals don't really phase me unless I am on extraordinarily high doses which means it costs a lot to stay out of pain, oh but I must mention that stimulants that aren't Vyvanse or Caffeine do phase me in any doses, its really just downers that take a lot to work, but still being a heavyweight means you have to keep a large supply in order to guarantee that in an emergency I won't be awake all night in pain or stuck in bed having blown through my stash praying that 8pm rolls around so I can get a delivery from my regular guy, thank the lord/God, that I don't believe in, that he's disciplined/reliable, I'd even say he cares to the degree that a dealer can... I mean he spotted me 10 20mg OP oxy's one time when I couldn't get cash due to my ATM card being so worn out it wouldn't read and when I tried to pay him back he said don't bother just focus on getting well, or this injury would've been so much more miserable than it has been.
I go off on tangents to provide context whenever I write, it's a problem so I'll start a new paragraph and get to the serious point that made me want to have a discussion in the first place. So my old dealer in trenton said I could try meeting with this kid, not actually a minor but probably 19 or 20 and naive as fuck. My old dealer meant no harm I'm sure, but he's just out of jail and is only in tune with the weed/coke business, I never went to him for pills prior to his prison term, only pot, so I don't blame him for one of the worst referrals I've ever gotten, he just knew the kid sold lots of random stuff and maybe I'd get lucky, if I was an amateur I may have been very very unlucky. So I go to this kid's apartment, a shitty tiny second floor one bedroom, never gets cleaned okay maybe rarely but it was not a place I'd live in granted my standards are rather high given my socioeconomic status and the weekly cleaning service it affords, also I just don't leave food trash around no matter what nothing that will rot sits out for more than an hour after use in my living space, paper trash sure, but biodegradable trash...fuck no that is gross, I apologize if my by neurotic about this offends anyone who doesn't share the same standards of cleanliness, but growing up my room basically had to be spotless or my mother would chew me out, royally sucks having to do school, varsity sports, and keep your room spotless except I only had to make my bed the two days a week when the cleaning service came, thank god. On with the reason I'm starting a thread....
So I ask the kid if he has any pain pills, preferably oxy's or something strong, I don't care about price or type of opiate as long as it isn't suboxone or fentanyl or something that isn't easy to mix my regular stash of oxycodone pills with. The kid pulls out a fairly large bag of white round pills, they looked like percs upon immediate assessment, but when I asked what the dosage was he said 25mgs which set an alarm off in my head because I've never heard of 25mg oxycodone pills before, let alone ones that are the size of a perc 5/7.5/10 as opposed to being the size of a 15/20/30/40/60/80 you get the point. So I checked the imprint on the pill and searched it, it came back as metformin, a diabetic medication I am familiar with having been pre-diabetic due to Seroquel, thus the reason I stopped taking anti-psychotics (side-effects). I told him that, "no offense, but I'm fairly sure that is not oxycodone and it may even be a medication called metformin that definitely will not get anyone high." His response was that they def get you high as hell, but he texted someone and then tried to play it off that they were stimulants and his crew, I don't think he had a crew, told him what they were incorrectly. So we were off to a bad start, considering a less experienced buyer might have paid for these pills and taken them, which could be deadly I think if enough were taken, maybe I'm wrong, but my gut says that if you take a bunch of diabetic medicine and then it doesn't get you high so you keep redosing, that you could perhaps fuck up your blood sugar enough for it to be lethal, maybe maybe not but it does not seem good. My thought was that he was either so dumb/naive that he got seriously conned in a deal or more likely that he stole the pills and was trying to resell them as whatever someone asked for. So I asked him if he had anything else, he asked if I liked crack, I said no thanks, again stimulants fuck me up real bad, i don't enjoy them, and I'm not going to buy crack from a kid that just tried to pass off a diabetic med as oxycodone, nor have i ever done nor would ever do crack due to poor tolerance of stimulants plus experiences with crackheads have left me extraordinarily wary of the drug. No offense to people who use crack on a regular basis and still act like semi-civilized human being for the most part. So I ask if the kid knows where I could get "H" and that I'd tip him for a referral to a quality source, he then claims to have some and pulls out a weed bag with white powder in it that doesn't look like H to me, too crystal-y. I'm now just wanting to get out the door and quit wasting my time with some youngin' who thinks he can put one over on me, I know my old dealer didn't intend to put me in this situation, he just has probably never dealt with the kid besides selling him pot and figured that maybe he could help me out. I tell the kid that if he can find real oxycodone, morphine, or some opiate pill I can verify that I will happily buy it so long as it isn't codeine or hydrocodone or something weak, I need to get at least 50mg of oxycodone in my system for significant pain relief so anything cut with acetaminophen is essentially a no go, but I'd consider buying perc 10's just cause they can help push a stronger oxy pill or something strong over the top to where I need it to be without having to dose another strong pill, maybe even a norco, but no 5mg hydrocodone or 30mg codeine, ya know, not for this guy, I wish those did the trick, but they never have and probably never will unless my liver gets so weak in old age, given I survive that long, that for some reason my natural tolerance goes good-bye-bye, would be nice, unless it caught me off guard and I Od'd... then it wouldn't be so nice. So the kid pulls out one last bag with three pills in it and says they are morphine, I check the imprints on my phone and find out its definitely another diabetic med, so I tell him I'm not interested and get the fuck outta there having spent probably under 10 minutes there, it was still far far far far too long and I convinced I should just stick with my regular super reliable potentially somewhat caring, in the way a dealer can be, guy.
My point is that this kid is going to kill some newbie 15 year old that doesn't know to check everything twice and know your pills before you buy, if not just having some older guy you actually really trust get shit for you until your more skilled. I know I had people I really trusted, with good reason, help me out back when I was 16/17/even 18 so that I didn't end up with some weird chemical as opposed to a sure thing I could research on erowid/bluelight/opiopphile/drug-forums etc... so that I didn't mix the wrong drugs or take to much or be unprepared for an experience that was too intense, such as having a sitter for the first time I did acid and shrooms. That type of preparedness, not being an idiot. I understand some teens are so desperate for a high they'd do anything and be super reckless and fuck up royally, seen it a thousand times before, but I guess I haven't considered that someone might not look up the pill they bought or were going to buy, as I always did that from the very beginning given that I'm a paranoid son of a bitch, I mean my T-scores on the one psych test came back as significantly paranoid, I didn't get diagnosed with a paranoid disorder but having discussed the high score with doctors and people close to me, it seems I do have a level of paranoia that goes beyond healthy/cautious to a point of making sure I'm not going to do anything that isn't basically guaranteed to be as she as humanely possible, as safe as drugs can be... i.e.; know what I'm taking, starting with a low low dose, writing down every time I re-dose, and always making those around me that are experimenting with a chemical for the first time do the same.
I think I should have knocked this kids lights out and taken his stash, I'm an experienced fighter and I was of equivalent size to him. I just worry now that some poor kid is gonna buy those diabetic pills and potentially die because of it and I could've done something to stop it. It's not my job to stop cunts from selling pills as something other than what they are, I know that, it's only my business to protect myself and those I'm helping in the experimentation process, I can't protect everyone and I wouldn't want that burden, but I regret not doing anything or at least intimidating the fuck out of this kid for obviously stealing pills and marketing them as whatever people asked for. Plus god knows what that powder he called H was and god ain't real so no one knows probably not even the kid, prob such a dumb ass cunt bitch face shit head that should die that he forgot. So what do we do when we encounter shit situations like this, walk away, or intimidate the kid, or beat him up and dump the stash, or tell my old dealer down the street what the deal is and prevent any further referrals. It's not like I've never encounter something like this before, I've seen prozac sold as Valium, oregano sold as weed, fentanyl sold as H, wellbutrin/adderall/advil crushed up and sold as coke, etc... but the diabetic pills are bad news especially if someone keeps redosing, I can't help but think that dumbass kids sell whatever they can as whatever someone asks for and then people die, it's up to the more experienced people to preach to the younger crowd that there is an educate in the drug business and yes you can rip people off if they're not smart enough to know their shit, but no you can't sell pills that can potentially kill someone as whatever that person asks for, it's not even about right and wrong or fair and unfair, it's simply that you won't ever be able to build up a customer base if they die or you'll go to jail for selling something as something else and accidentally killing someone, it needs to be said that hustling requires the use of a brain, not just simply conning people anyway you can for a few dollars that aren't going to be spent on anything important, learn where to get good shit, save up money, buy a good stash, sell to newbies the really drug and high prices, buy a larger stash learn and grow as a dealer to be better and have more customers or customers that buy large quantities. Actually, learn to be good at your job, if dealing is going to be your job, research, get experience and don't scare away what would be your permanent customer base by being sketchy, what are we teaching the kids nowadays, this shit bugs me, what do ya'll think. Sorry for being long-winded but that is how I am, what can we the more experienced people do to prevent naive kids from killing younger more naive kids in the name of hustling, being tough, being a baller, making cash, you don't get to be Biggie by being a cunty little shit of a dealer, when did the streets stop teaching kids that before they were even old enough to consider getting involved in the game?
So I was in Trenton last night, trying to cop some oxy's through a reliable connect I used to know rather well back a few years before his prison stint. He didn't have any, not that I really expected him to, but I figured he could refer me to someone local guy that might be able to help me out. I wasn't in desperate need, I had just acquired a three to four day supply, depending on how disciplined I am going to be, but I was hoping to get another few days worth just to have so I wasn't in a bind if my regular super reliable guy couldn't come through for some reason, I'm sure he will, he's never failed me once since I met him, but the only reason I'm even back using painkillers is that I pinched my femoral and obturator nerves back in May and it hurts like a mother as the muscles and nerves slowly heal/regrow; thus I don't want to be without some sort of painkiller at all times just in case the pain spikes for some reason. The pain really doesn't have much rhyme or reason to it besides that it is worse after physical therapy, a given I suppose. Plus my doc only has me on 40mg of hydrocodone a day, and let's be honest that isn't much, especially if you are a natural heavyweight like me, I'm not bragging as it actually sucks ass to need 7 to 10 shots of novocaine every time I go to the dentist if I don't want to be miserable. I mean last year this time I was on 800 of Seroquel a day and my IQ was top 1%, medications, plants, and chemicals don't really phase me unless I am on extraordinarily high doses which means it costs a lot to stay out of pain, oh but I must mention that stimulants that aren't Vyvanse or Caffeine do phase me in any doses, its really just downers that take a lot to work, but still being a heavyweight means you have to keep a large supply in order to guarantee that in an emergency I won't be awake all night in pain or stuck in bed having blown through my stash praying that 8pm rolls around so I can get a delivery from my regular guy, thank the lord/God, that I don't believe in, that he's disciplined/reliable, I'd even say he cares to the degree that a dealer can... I mean he spotted me 10 20mg OP oxy's one time when I couldn't get cash due to my ATM card being so worn out it wouldn't read and when I tried to pay him back he said don't bother just focus on getting well, or this injury would've been so much more miserable than it has been.
I go off on tangents to provide context whenever I write, it's a problem so I'll start a new paragraph and get to the serious point that made me want to have a discussion in the first place. So my old dealer in trenton said I could try meeting with this kid, not actually a minor but probably 19 or 20 and naive as fuck. My old dealer meant no harm I'm sure, but he's just out of jail and is only in tune with the weed/coke business, I never went to him for pills prior to his prison term, only pot, so I don't blame him for one of the worst referrals I've ever gotten, he just knew the kid sold lots of random stuff and maybe I'd get lucky, if I was an amateur I may have been very very unlucky. So I go to this kid's apartment, a shitty tiny second floor one bedroom, never gets cleaned okay maybe rarely but it was not a place I'd live in granted my standards are rather high given my socioeconomic status and the weekly cleaning service it affords, also I just don't leave food trash around no matter what nothing that will rot sits out for more than an hour after use in my living space, paper trash sure, but biodegradable trash...fuck no that is gross, I apologize if my by neurotic about this offends anyone who doesn't share the same standards of cleanliness, but growing up my room basically had to be spotless or my mother would chew me out, royally sucks having to do school, varsity sports, and keep your room spotless except I only had to make my bed the two days a week when the cleaning service came, thank god. On with the reason I'm starting a thread....
So I ask the kid if he has any pain pills, preferably oxy's or something strong, I don't care about price or type of opiate as long as it isn't suboxone or fentanyl or something that isn't easy to mix my regular stash of oxycodone pills with. The kid pulls out a fairly large bag of white round pills, they looked like percs upon immediate assessment, but when I asked what the dosage was he said 25mgs which set an alarm off in my head because I've never heard of 25mg oxycodone pills before, let alone ones that are the size of a perc 5/7.5/10 as opposed to being the size of a 15/20/30/40/60/80 you get the point. So I checked the imprint on the pill and searched it, it came back as metformin, a diabetic medication I am familiar with having been pre-diabetic due to Seroquel, thus the reason I stopped taking anti-psychotics (side-effects). I told him that, "no offense, but I'm fairly sure that is not oxycodone and it may even be a medication called metformin that definitely will not get anyone high." His response was that they def get you high as hell, but he texted someone and then tried to play it off that they were stimulants and his crew, I don't think he had a crew, told him what they were incorrectly. So we were off to a bad start, considering a less experienced buyer might have paid for these pills and taken them, which could be deadly I think if enough were taken, maybe I'm wrong, but my gut says that if you take a bunch of diabetic medicine and then it doesn't get you high so you keep redosing, that you could perhaps fuck up your blood sugar enough for it to be lethal, maybe maybe not but it does not seem good. My thought was that he was either so dumb/naive that he got seriously conned in a deal or more likely that he stole the pills and was trying to resell them as whatever someone asked for. So I asked him if he had anything else, he asked if I liked crack, I said no thanks, again stimulants fuck me up real bad, i don't enjoy them, and I'm not going to buy crack from a kid that just tried to pass off a diabetic med as oxycodone, nor have i ever done nor would ever do crack due to poor tolerance of stimulants plus experiences with crackheads have left me extraordinarily wary of the drug. No offense to people who use crack on a regular basis and still act like semi-civilized human being for the most part. So I ask if the kid knows where I could get "H" and that I'd tip him for a referral to a quality source, he then claims to have some and pulls out a weed bag with white powder in it that doesn't look like H to me, too crystal-y. I'm now just wanting to get out the door and quit wasting my time with some youngin' who thinks he can put one over on me, I know my old dealer didn't intend to put me in this situation, he just has probably never dealt with the kid besides selling him pot and figured that maybe he could help me out. I tell the kid that if he can find real oxycodone, morphine, or some opiate pill I can verify that I will happily buy it so long as it isn't codeine or hydrocodone or something weak, I need to get at least 50mg of oxycodone in my system for significant pain relief so anything cut with acetaminophen is essentially a no go, but I'd consider buying perc 10's just cause they can help push a stronger oxy pill or something strong over the top to where I need it to be without having to dose another strong pill, maybe even a norco, but no 5mg hydrocodone or 30mg codeine, ya know, not for this guy, I wish those did the trick, but they never have and probably never will unless my liver gets so weak in old age, given I survive that long, that for some reason my natural tolerance goes good-bye-bye, would be nice, unless it caught me off guard and I Od'd... then it wouldn't be so nice. So the kid pulls out one last bag with three pills in it and says they are morphine, I check the imprints on my phone and find out its definitely another diabetic med, so I tell him I'm not interested and get the fuck outta there having spent probably under 10 minutes there, it was still far far far far too long and I convinced I should just stick with my regular super reliable potentially somewhat caring, in the way a dealer can be, guy.
My point is that this kid is going to kill some newbie 15 year old that doesn't know to check everything twice and know your pills before you buy, if not just having some older guy you actually really trust get shit for you until your more skilled. I know I had people I really trusted, with good reason, help me out back when I was 16/17/even 18 so that I didn't end up with some weird chemical as opposed to a sure thing I could research on erowid/bluelight/opiopphile/drug-forums etc... so that I didn't mix the wrong drugs or take to much or be unprepared for an experience that was too intense, such as having a sitter for the first time I did acid and shrooms. That type of preparedness, not being an idiot. I understand some teens are so desperate for a high they'd do anything and be super reckless and fuck up royally, seen it a thousand times before, but I guess I haven't considered that someone might not look up the pill they bought or were going to buy, as I always did that from the very beginning given that I'm a paranoid son of a bitch, I mean my T-scores on the one psych test came back as significantly paranoid, I didn't get diagnosed with a paranoid disorder but having discussed the high score with doctors and people close to me, it seems I do have a level of paranoia that goes beyond healthy/cautious to a point of making sure I'm not going to do anything that isn't basically guaranteed to be as she as humanely possible, as safe as drugs can be... i.e.; know what I'm taking, starting with a low low dose, writing down every time I re-dose, and always making those around me that are experimenting with a chemical for the first time do the same.
I think I should have knocked this kids lights out and taken his stash, I'm an experienced fighter and I was of equivalent size to him. I just worry now that some poor kid is gonna buy those diabetic pills and potentially die because of it and I could've done something to stop it. It's not my job to stop cunts from selling pills as something other than what they are, I know that, it's only my business to protect myself and those I'm helping in the experimentation process, I can't protect everyone and I wouldn't want that burden, but I regret not doing anything or at least intimidating the fuck out of this kid for obviously stealing pills and marketing them as whatever people asked for. Plus god knows what that powder he called H was and god ain't real so no one knows probably not even the kid, prob such a dumb ass cunt bitch face shit head that should die that he forgot. So what do we do when we encounter shit situations like this, walk away, or intimidate the kid, or beat him up and dump the stash, or tell my old dealer down the street what the deal is and prevent any further referrals. It's not like I've never encounter something like this before, I've seen prozac sold as Valium, oregano sold as weed, fentanyl sold as H, wellbutrin/adderall/advil crushed up and sold as coke, etc... but the diabetic pills are bad news especially if someone keeps redosing, I can't help but think that dumbass kids sell whatever they can as whatever someone asks for and then people die, it's up to the more experienced people to preach to the younger crowd that there is an educate in the drug business and yes you can rip people off if they're not smart enough to know their shit, but no you can't sell pills that can potentially kill someone as whatever that person asks for, it's not even about right and wrong or fair and unfair, it's simply that you won't ever be able to build up a customer base if they die or you'll go to jail for selling something as something else and accidentally killing someone, it needs to be said that hustling requires the use of a brain, not just simply conning people anyway you can for a few dollars that aren't going to be spent on anything important, learn where to get good shit, save up money, buy a good stash, sell to newbies the really drug and high prices, buy a larger stash learn and grow as a dealer to be better and have more customers or customers that buy large quantities. Actually, learn to be good at your job, if dealing is going to be your job, research, get experience and don't scare away what would be your permanent customer base by being sketchy, what are we teaching the kids nowadays, this shit bugs me, what do ya'll think. Sorry for being long-winded but that is how I am, what can we the more experienced people do to prevent naive kids from killing younger more naive kids in the name of hustling, being tough, being a baller, making cash, you don't get to be Biggie by being a cunty little shit of a dealer, when did the streets stop teaching kids that before they were even old enough to consider getting involved in the game?
