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In Morgantown, WV, oxycodone hydrochloride (roxi, perc 30) is $40 for 30 mg. Some people pay $45. In other parts of West Virginia, they can go for $55 or $60. So if you are from New York, Philly, Detroit, etc. and you have a connect. Come down to WV and you will make off like a banshee. It's an epidemic. Many people (including me) waste them by smoking these pills off foil (chasing the dragon, hillbilly heroin), which makes the fiends and junkies even worse.
Anyway, my worst stories of getting robbed are when I deal with someone for a long time, they give me the illusion that they are reliable, and then they rob me. Of course, it's always "give me your money first", and then they run off and do my drugs for me. One time for $200, one time for $120, one time for $160, and most recently, I lost $120 that my friend gave me for drugs, so I feel responsible for that also. I'm just left feeling like an idiot. I didn't start doing opiates until last year, when I was 24, so I almost escaped....
I just can't trust anyone anymore. I see lots of posts on here that say you should only buy drugs from someone you know and have dealt with for a long time. Well, when you deal with opiates, even people you know for a long time will have no problem robbing you. Most likely, they have been robbed several times themselves. The only sympathy they have is for themselves, and so they rob people back. A never ending cycle. People will try to have surgery just to get a Percocet prescription. You want advice? Don't do opiates, don't do meth, don't do crack. You will get robbed 30% of the time, and you will just want to rob other people because it happened to you. It's not worth it.
 
I used to think Puerto Ricans were more trustworthy until I got robbed by a group of them. dont trust anyone, it sucks but thats just how it has to be
 
evad04 said:
I've found you can't trust a lot of your day to day dealers if they are also users. Sooner or later they fuck up or get burned themselves and need a fix.
So a guy I've been to 20 times for hydromorphs is a meth/crack user. So I'm sitting in his apartment and he says he has to go for a quick trip with the cash of course. He's done this once before and all was good. I give him the cash because I need to get these pills ASAP cause I'm heading out of town for weekend. Guy leaves me in his house for 2 hours and doesn't come back. And there was nothing of value in this place .. I started to panic thinking about dope sickness that would come in the next days. luckily my other dealer met me at the bus stop 10 min before I left. Still out a 100 tho..
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Should have taken a shit right in the middle of his living room.
 
Fake dope, or complete cut-shit-dope is a robbery IMHO.

Bags/caps of cocaine, that were all shorter than half a tenth and I ordered MOSTLY HEROIN! OMFG I was so pissed and sick, I went and spent the next days fucking bundle.

Had dudes run off or disappear into hotels, that was with this dumb, crazy bitch's money though anyway. I hate her now, she needs mental help and heavy meds.

Dope that just feels like morphine without any rush, but you itch like hell and get well/warm, but absolutely no euphoria.

Fake Xanax bars, both yellow bars and white bars have been fake that I bought. Once, it was buspirone (Buspar, which is THE shittiest anxiolytic)... BUT! Now I learned my lesson, I know what the fakes look like: chalky, crumbly, and the taste is off to no similarity at all. I'm well acquainted with my alprazolam brands generic or brand-name ;)

Gotten fucking 2mg yellow lorazepam instead of 0.5 clonazepam, and white 1mg lorazepam instead of 2mg clonazepam (that really fucking pissed me off). Hey, gotta learn the hard way sometimes for it to truly stick to your mind.

Shake n' bake crank might as well be a robbery. Weak shit, especially if the "cook" is a dumbass, fried by the fumes or some shit. He's make pure ephedrine or l-amphetamine or the weakest d,l-amp I've ever had it. Subtle rush smoked, not a single rush IV'd unless you shot a g or more I heard.
 
guy got in my room and said, "i'm sorry cuz you seem like a pretty cool person but this is a fuckin stick up!!" and pulled out a big gun and pointed in my face. My heart stopped a little but I remained calm. I said, "here take this, it's all I got." Yet he walked around my room and started talking about all the things I have and only grabbed like one or two of those things :?

then my gf walked in and saw what was happening and he made her tie my hands up and put me under the bed. Luckily he left before any type of sexual assault happened :X but he took my phone and a LOT of money from me
 
Me and my boy went to go . buy a 30 bag of ice. Typical night, nothing different. So we drive away and hand the dealer the money and go so we can start breathing fire. When we split the ice evenly, my boy did a taste test and instead of it being a bitter taste like ice usually is, it tasted like salt rocks
 
once i was out at night with a friend and he wanted weed really bad so i said 'fine i'll get you some' and so i went to score some for him

it was like midnight and there were two places where i could go score at that time of the day that were close to there, and i choose the one it was less sketchy, which was a sketchy park known for being dangerous. i had a 50 bill with me and that would be too much weed so i went to the gas station and asked if the dude could exchange it for some smaller bills but he refused, so i bought a lighter and some rolling papers, the change were two 20 bills and some coins

that'd still be too much so i asked if i could get a 20 bill changed for two 10's but the cashier refused. shit i was angry but i said 'ahh fuck it'... i headed to the park approached the dealer and said i wanted a 20 he hands me a small bag and i look at it and say 'wtf man that isnt a 20' - the bag was worth at most a 10 bill - and he went all 'yeah but thats what we have' and then another guy comes out of nowhere and asks 'do we have a problem here?'... so yeah here i am alone in the middle of this sketchy ass park, complete darkness and these two dudes ready to fight me so i just mumble something and leave...

i'm going to open the bag to roll a joint later and i'm surprised the bag is filled by something that definitely IS NOT weed. FUCKING FUCK! and i throw that fucking shit in the ground... shit. my friend insists on me getting weed so i go and buy a very overpriced joint from some dudes i find on the street.

that was the last time i scored at that place. bought something that was anything but coke once in that same place too - left my sinus fucking hurting all day long and absolutely no high.
 
When I was <21 we went to San Antonio and my friends gave like $25 to a bum to get beer and he ran out the back door. He's lucky they didn't find him because he was a mere crackhead and would have gotten fucked up. I don't really drink much, was fucked on hydrocodone and weed so I just laughed at them.

When you're a kid, be selective about the bum you give $ to to get you EtOH, make sure he knows you're gonna hook him up, don't be stupid, don't fuck him over, and fuck just don't do it to begin with.
 
When I was in Amsterdam I bought some coke on the street that was stomped on to hell. Some con artist took me for a mark and boy was I, I had a bunch of cash on me at the time and was more than willing to roll the dice on some shit, I'm sure the streets are flooded with dumb tourists like me every day there. Lost 100 Euros on that buy, definitely the most money I've ever lost on a illegitimate drug deal (the few other times I've been scammed I've only lost amounts ranging from 20-50 bucks, luckily). That soured me for good on buying shit on the street there, which is stupid anyway...although I did buy weed on the street later on in Prague and it was actually some of the best weed I've ever smoked, surprisingly.
 
i don't tell this story to often, but once in awhile i do.
In highschool 5 of us are sitting at a friends house .When
one friend says ..Hey ill give ya $20 to drive us down to the
city to buy coke.I think about it ..and finally agree..So we
pile into my parents ford bronco and off we go.

I get the $20 from him before we leave ...So in the shotgun seat
is a older guy..late 30's early 40's who is drunk..But has just
gotten paid..In the back are 3 wet behind the ears high school
friends...I and i with my hippy hair ..amd behind the wheel..

So we get down to Huntington Park..this is a area of Philadelphia.
We go past the normal spot these guys go to ..but noone is out
selling ...So we keep driving ..looking for trouble ..i like to
think of it ...I pull in behind a parked car..in a area called
the Badlands..alot of homeless and burned out buildings..

The passenger rolls down the window and a hispanic guy comes up
and says "what do you need?" Passenger says 5 $20's of coke..The guy
goes ok ...walks over to a cellar entrance wedge ...Comes back to the
car ..Cocks this giant pistol ..points it in the car and says
"Give me the money!" I put my hands around my head like "don't shoot"
look.

The car is in drive my foot on the brake...The drunk guy shotgun
is stalling..He keeps saying "i don't have any money" ..He keeps
putting his hand on the guys arm with the gun ..Slowly kinda moving it
to the ceiling..To keep it pointed away from us...All of us are scared
as shit .And yell at him "give him the money!!"....So the robber
reaches in and hits the auto door lock..I didnt even realize it..

He then yells to somebody..Who walks over ..and then the open door buzzer
sounds.And my door comes open ,,and theirs a big black dude..

Right at that moment it was kinda like the feeling you get "right before
your about to fall down a set of stairs backwards"

My fight o response kicked in ..I grabbed the door turned the wheel and
mashed the gas ..All at the same time ..The passenger pushed the robbers
arm up ,,it came back down as were moving and "pop" .It sounded like
a fire cracker..Well the shotgun passenger is moaning in pain we get up
behind cars waiting at traffic light..Im laying on the horn..Light changes
we drive away..the drunk guy got shot in the leg ..a large pool of blood
on his jeans.

We dropped him off at Albert Einstein Hospital...I still had the $20
in my pocket.."I earned that money" lol...got home saw my parents and
thought "man if u only knew"

The next day i found the slug and the shell casing...The bullet went
though his leg and into the seat..The casing was a 45 automatic..Man they
are some fat bullets..

Parents never saw the seat damage and eventually sold the vehicle..I
aged about 10 years that night...Boy the stupid things you do when
your young.....
 
^1st, dude, why is it all in one weird column? You know you can just type and it will wrap the text for you. 2nd I hope you reported that shit to the police. People like that are betting that since you are buying drugs you won't. I don't understand that mindset, it's not a gang war you're fucking robbing people. If they're leaving why would you shoot at them? I mean unless you're prepared to hit the driver in the back of the head with a round so you can strip the car it makes no sense. I mean shooting the driver wouldn't make any sense anyway, killing someone for anything short of protecting yourself and others from death (and not in the commission of a crime) is just fucked.

Some people act like places in South America are bad.... but there are places in most of the major urban centers in the US I wouldn't go to on a fucking dare. I was in NYC not long ago, and it was surprisingly safe feeling, but that city has really cleaned up it's act, fuck if I'd go into the ghetto in Philly or Boston. I was buying liquor in Chicago in the ghetto and probably should have been scared, but I was drunk. Nothing happened and I got back to where I was staying with my bottle of hennessy.
 
hey brutha... .if your talking about my post .I put the text in small paragraphs .,,because i find
it alot easier on the eyes to read ,like that .Then one giant continuous paragraph.The only
reason why i can think of ,that the guy fired the gun.Is cause the passenger didn't hand over
the money.."We all told him to"..Anyhow it as a memorable night..and a lucky lesson learned...
 
snagglepuss said:
hey brutha... .if your talking about my post .I put the text in small paragraphs .,,because i find
it alot easier on the eyes to read ,like that .Then one giant continuous paragraph.The only
reason why i can think of ,that the guy fired the gun.Is cause the passenger didn't hand over
the money.."We all told him to"..Anyhow it as a memorable night..and a lucky lesson learned...
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Yeah I was, but I don't mean don't divide it into paragraphs, I mean it makes it hard to read when you format it with breaks after a few words, you can type paragraphs that are a bit longer instead of hitting return after 10 words. Look at other posts divided into paragraphs that stretch all the way to the end ---------------------------->


Like this (do it how you want, I'm just saying it's easier to read this way and more people are going to take the time to read and respond to what you post):

snagglepuss said:
i don't tell this story to often, but once in awhile i do. In highschool 5 of us are sitting at a friends house .When one friend says ..Hey ill give ya $20 to drive us down to the
city to buy coke.I think about it ..and finally agree..So we pile into my parents ford bronco and off we go.

I get the $20 from him before we leave ...So in the shotgun seat is a older guy..late 30's early 40's who is drunk..But has just gotten paid..In the back are 3 wet behind the ears high school friends...I and i with my hippy hair ..amd behind the wheel..

So we get down to Huntington Park..this is a area of Philadelphia. We go past the normal spot these guys go to ..but noone is out selling ...So we keep driving ..looking for trouble ..i like to think of it ...I pull in behind a parked car..in a area called the Badlands..alot of homeless and burned out buildings..

The passenger rolls down the window and a hispanic guy comes up and says "what do you need?" Passenger says 5 $20's of coke..The guy goes ok ...walks over to a cellar entrance wedge ...Comes back to the car ..Cocks this giant pistol ..points it in the car and says "Give me the money!" I put my hands around my head like "don't shoot" look..
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^^lol same, I am high and read it as if it was a poem. Good story though.

I've been robbed a few times, only once by force, all the other times it was by my own foolishness and/or desperation like trusting a junkie to "be back in 5 minutes".

The one time I was robbed by force was during a heroin deal in the middle of fucking nowhere. I was living in Providence, RI USA and was going to see my Boston connect who I owed about $400 to. Apparently he was getting a bit nervous about my tab and decided to get me back on a set up. I bring my 3 friends who are from NYC (and probably saved my life) to the deal.

The dealer asked me to meet him out in the middle of a field at night. We roll up in the BMW and he's sitting in his Range Rover. Classic drug deal. The field was like a corn field. I get out and hand him the money, he hands me the bags - next thing I know I feel a warm sensation going down my neck (re: blood) and a ringing in my ears (re: concussion). I had just been hit in the back of the head with a metal baseball bat. It took what seemed like 5 minutes (and was really 5 seconds) to realize what was going down. It took my friends what seemed like forever to come to my rescue. Not before I got stomped on, though.

Still got a scar mark in the back of my head for that one. That dealer ended up getting raided and sentenced to prison for 2-5 years not long after so karma eventually caught up. My friends wanted to go get revenge. I said no, what comes around, goes around - it did.

PS the dope was actually dog food, lol.
 
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Did you get beat down for owing money & then paying late? If that was the case in the gambling world, ever gambler would get beatings........

Your dealer wasn't a business man, he was an idiot ........& like you said, it came back to bite him.
 
I was dodging him, yes. However he was a 'friend' in a real sense that we had a history going back several years before this transpired, so it was a fucked up thing for him to do.

Such is the drug game though, ya know?
 
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