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Been Robbed in a Drug Deal? Post story

Wow.

I don't have any stories to add. I am new to the whole thing and wouldn't even know how to go about finding a connect let alone going to a "deal" so I can't add anything to the "I got robbed" thread but I just spent the last week or so off and on reading every single one of these stories. Fascinating stuff.

Hats off to you people that were victims of violence and survived.
 
pinpoint said:
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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Unless he was your friend outside of drug dealing... he is not your friend, and never was.

I swear, it's like some kind of stockholm syndrome - just because someone meets up with you and brings you drugs does not make them your friend in any sense of the word. They provide drugs at a hefty markup, friends don't do that. They'll hurt you if you mess around, again unlike real friends.

placid space said:
Id say its more about you not paying what you owe. Everybody hates that.

Though hitting someone over the head with a bat...thats almost as bad as using a gun. He got off easy then, the guy it seems is capable of murder.
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Most people with a gun (based on this thread) seem to threaten you with it just to rob you and take off. Only a few people have met some gangsta assholes who shot at them, or shot someone with them. As placid space said, he very well is capable of murder. One smack to the back of the head with a metal bat could have easily killed you, especially if the first hit was hard enough to cover you in blood. See Inglourious Bastards for details ;).
 
I haven't read many on people who have done the jacking and I am a pretty bad junkie at my worst, a genuine piece of shit! I'll give you some examples to sum up the amount of my Piece-of-shitness:

1) I called my dope dealer (part of the Mexican Cartel, I live pretty close to the border) who I had good rapport with and had him come to my apartment complex parking lot. I got in his car, pulled out this pathetic little 4 inch kitchen knife and said "I'm sorry man I have to..." I grabbed the dope (about 70 .15 dime bags) and my dealer broke the inside handle off the car door on the passenger side but I'd been in the car so many times I knew how to open it quick, as I opened the door I Looked back and down the barrel of what looked like a 45 but I can't be sure, I thought I was dead. He didn't shoot me or chase me and I had an awesome weekend and an even worse week after since I jumped my tolerance a ridick amount and now I lost my dealer.

2) Had someone wire me some cash so I could send them dope where it is exponentially more expensive and it's dirt cheap here. HE sent me all his savings/money to buy the shit and mail it. I just took all the money and used it all... Lost a good friend cause I'm a piece of shit junkie.
 
I wasn't robbed at a drug deal but a while after a semi-legal drug purchase :\

A few years ago we, a mate and me, went on our weekly trip to the Dutch coffee-shops in Maastricht (sometimes Eindhoven or a smaller village). As soon as we got there we started chatting with a group of guys that were about to go inside as well. They were about our age and really laid back. We were laughing our asses off in minutes. This continued the entire afternoon, with us exchanging phone numbers and talking about how we were going to go out and party sometime soon.

We were there by bus as I was the only one with a drivers license at that time and my car was in the shop. But the bus stop had been temporarily moved to another location. The others were there by bus too and said they knew how to get to the bus stop faster, as we only knew how to get there all the way around the city center. So we were walking and walking and come to u small square surrounded by flats. One of the guys says "this way" and makes a left turn with two of his mates. 4 or 5 of them were behind us. As soon as I turned the corner and realized it was a dead end it dawned on me what was about to happen, but I was too late. I was knocked out cold from behind with something hard and woke up with everything gone, our phones, our wallets, our weed (which was sadly and exceptionally big quantity that time by chance), the assholes even took our lighters

That time has caused me to be way way more cautious when meeting new people in certain situations, which I regret
 
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Way back when I was first getting in the game and had no idea what I was doing, I got a call from someone I didn't know (first clue to steer clear haha) and they wanted to meet for some e pills. I was only thinking about getting them off and not what could happen. I ended up waiting and waiting at the spot for the kid. Finally after an hour he pulled up in a truck full of kids ('nother clue to back off) and told me to follow him. We ended up driving way out of town to an isolated location. I got out of my car and he got out of his with five kids and we talked. He asked if I had the shit and like an idiot I was like "yeah" and pulled out the cigarette pack they were in, the kid just snatched it and took off while the other kids just set a pick so I couldn't follow. It was so dumb...
 
Don't you love when your "friend" that you've made hundreds of thousands of dollars for tries to send his little crack heads into your house? I was always telling people I was running to this state or that state to see if they would try to hit my place. I've been fucked over my entire life, so call it want you want I don't trust anymore.


So everyone thought I was making a run to cali (I'm on east coast) I'm chilling on my recliner watching blow, I see my boys escalade pull up. I have my ride down the street and my busa in the shed, so it appears I'm gone. Next thing you know 3 goons (I've never seen before) are trying to knock down my reinforced door. I grab my AR-15 and perch back up in my recliner. Two mins later they break my damn door (which is the worst part of the story). They had little 9mm so I shot there knees out, took their guns from them went outside to my "boys escalade" handed him the 3 guns and told him to come grab his friends and take them to the hospital and my door better be fixed by the AM or they're will be repercussions. I'll put it this way the snake came around and bit him in the ass 20 times harder. Fucking back stabbing crooks
 
Sampsontruth said:
Don't you love when your "friend" that you've made hundreds of thousands of dollars for tries to send his little crack heads into your house? I was always telling people I was running to this state or that state to see if they would try to hit my place. I've been fucked over my entire life, so call it want you want I don't trust anymore.


So everyone thought I was making a run to cali (I'm on east coast) I'm chilling on my recliner watching blow, I see my boys escalade pull up. I have my ride down the street and my busa in the shed, so it appears I'm gone. Next thing you know 3 goons (I've never seen before) are trying to knock down my reinforced door. I grab my AR-15 and perch back up in my recliner. Two mins later they break my damn door (which is the worst part of the story). They had little 9mm so I shot there knees out, took their guns from them went outside to my "boys escalade" handed him the 3 guns and told him to come grab his friends and take them to the hospital and my door better be fixed by the AM or they're will be repercussions. I'll put it this way the snake came around and bit him in the ass 20 times harder. Fucking back stabbing crooks
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I bet that got messy when they arrived at the emergency room with obvious bullet holes and no story
 
that was his problem he knew if names were dropped it wouldn't of turned out good for anyone. I had it all on tape and still do from my old security vhs lol
 
I'm one of those people who would take my shirt off my back for anyone but when you screw me I am not the one you want to see. I grew up in the mountains, my father was the top dog in the KKK and saw 100+ people killed. I left at ten years old continued education, gained alot of street smarts made alot of money then fucked around and got a fitness model preg and married to her ,got addicted to opiates shot my 2013 550i in my arm the other months crazy shit. Read my recovery thread all input is appreciated. For the record the few people I trust are black and they would take a bullet for me and likewise.
 
Have over my year career had a few incidents here and there..... cost 'o the game, move on, or take necessary action. However after going into business with one of my best friends of 10+ years (and things were going very well) I took a five figure hit by my "friend" - just vanishes and changed number....... 4 months so far and no word. I do talk to his mother occasionally we both agree he must be on one hell of a meth binge. The whole experience has made me to be at a place in life again I don't like to be, to never trust anyone at all.
 
I have been ripped off and shorted plenty of times. But those were in my beginner days. And every time is was because I was going through someone I didn't know. I was at a friends when they got robbed once and I'll try and explain the best I can.

When I was a freshman in high school a good friend and his brother( I was 16 and they were 17 and 15) that I would chill with had a neighbor downstairs in their app complex that would always be pushing traffic. They were also brothers that were a bit older than us (18 and 22 and we would always go over there and hangout. They were cool as fuck and every time I came by there was always like 6 of their friends and new people there just smoking shwag and popping rolls and even later into dope. It was kinda sketch with so many people coming and going but everyone was pretty chill. It was pretty much a trap house with everyone else strung out on shit. So many adventures scanning the carpet lol.

But one time we were just chilling in the living room. It was about 1 am and a couple people were in the back room smoking. Out of nowhere the front door gets kicked in and 3 black dudes with masks and hats on come in pointing a 9mm at the older brother and the one in front yelled "I know you got the shit. Give me it" I just kinda sat there surprised and two of them took him into he back room where everyone was smoking and took everyone's money and smashed his tv and threw all the dope and cash he had in a drawer into one of those backpacks that has strings for straps.

Then as quickly as they came in they took off outside. I was shocked they didn't have us empty all our pockets. Just the brother and people in the back. As soon as they exit one of the brothers friends grabs his .357 he had hidden somewhere and runs outside and manages to squeeze off 3 rounds at the back of the suv as they were taking off. And fuck man that shit was loud. They never called the cops and we decided to leave after that shit. Good thing too because somebody did and they told us later that they were patrolling the area. I was a minor so I would a been obviously busted for curfew. And I'm just happy No one got fucked up. But after that they moved across town. I guess they probably shorted some guy and he wasn't too happy about it. Who knows and nobody knew them. (US being a bunch of suburban white kids)

Looking back I shouldn't even of been there in the first place. But man we had some fun times until that shit. At least it was kinda a wake up call to all the hustling they were doing.
 
Love these stories. I just had a small book published about my 25 plus years using, dealing and smuggling. Anyone interested go to the link, the book is called Junky Chronicles. Theres a few stories to be read on the site. We are only on the first edition so if it goes big this edition will be worth something. http://www.softsculpture.org/
 
Fuck, man.. Just got got about 5-6 days ago.. I had been looking for xanax, was almost out of benzos, and my boy could NOT find them for the life of him.. Well, 6 days of no luck, I (thank god) got my refill of kpins / temaz, so I'm set.. Then, out of no where he calls and he said he could get them finally (Mind you, this is my best friend, and he's dealt with this cat many times) After a fucking hour and a half of waiting, he finally arrives. My boy was supposed to get in his car, sample one, and if all is well, get them and pay.. Last second he says he wants to get in my whip, to wit I said fuck that. (Not to him, but I told my boy he's not getting in here) That should have tipped me off.. Anyways, he pulls up with his friend driving, wals up to me saying what up n saying he knew my friends bro, ect.. I gave him a hood handshake n then him n my best friend walked into the gas station.. Before ANY of this went down, my boy said "Watch my back" which I do, always. So, I lit a cig, and acted like I was renting a redbox movie, just waiting for my boy to walk out.. Next think you know I see this bitchmade ass mother fucker running FULL SPEED out the door, with my friend behind chasing.. I said fuck that, ran full speed at his ass, my boy almost got him, he was scared so he couldn't open the door at first, he hopped in and they took the fuck off.. His nice, brand new car drove RIGHT BESIDE ME, I thought about punching his window out, but there's no guarantee I do dmg, esp how fast they took off.. So, instead as they hauled ass past me I mollywhomped his rear view mirror the fuck off.. So, I honestly hope that $100 was worth the $300 or more in damages. (Apparently what happened was he showed my boy the pills, was handing them over, but instead he just snagged the bill out of my boys hand and JETTED, not being racist but that fucking black kid was quick as all hell) I got pretty pissed off at my friend for being so fucking stupid, he knows better than that, and although he is my fucking boy, I told him he needs to make this shit right (Some may think that's fucked up) but it isn't, he knows the game and fucked me. He was fucking pissed, but I told him to pay me $40 and we're good.. He wasn't hitting a lick, I was just tossing him a bar, so I lost $100, but gained 40 back.. Pathetic, if you weren't some fuckboi's you would have stopped the car when I killed the mirror of your new car. Thank god I wasn't in the car because if I was sitting there waiting, I would have literally hit him with my truck.. Or if they stopped, I would have ended up fighting, and once I start you won't stop me.. I turn into a pitbull if I fight.. Hit me, pull me off, drag me away, I will not stop. Plus my friend would have in all likeliness break his jaw, nose, and a few ribs. I would have stomped his hands.. Over reaction? Yes.. Rational? No. Yet it would have happened, $100 isn't shit but don't play with my money, family, or friends, or it'll pop off.. (Not trying to sound like I'm billy badass, it's just the principle of it..)

Only other time I got beat was for $400.. Was buying lorcets + roxis (Years ago) I had to meet him deep in the hood.. He walked to the gas station and got in my car, and asked to be taken to his apts.. I asked if he had em on him and he said yeah, and shook his pocket, thought nothing of it, gave him his money.. I should have known not to do it because he was acting too fucking friendly.. We pull in, he gets the money, stops talking, leans forward a bit, then throws a black pill bottle at me and ran like a fucking wide receiver.. I texted him and said "That was cute" not even 2 min later he apologized a lot, and after 2 weeks I met him again, but brought my boy in a diff whip. He was going to give me dope, and did.. It was garbage, but my boy walked up to my car where old dude is at my window, turns him around and quite literally knocked him out, hit the concrete nose first.. Thank god my friend did not knife him, because I know he wanted to, yet I told him not to.. I'm not catching a body. So, $400 got me 2 grams of LOW GRADE heroin, and him an ass beating he won't forget..
 
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I purchased shrooms from an ex-coworker and her skeezy boyfriend and was shorted a whole eighth. I had never seen shrooms before so I wasn't aware until I got home that night and my brother weighed them out for me. I confronted her (over text message) and of course got no reply, so I didn't take any further actions because she was no longer employed with the company and I was. I didn't want the backlash of her running to my manager or something. The worst part is that I had purchased this girl food and drinks several times while at work to ensure that she didn't get sick because she was diabetic and didn't take good care of herself. She and I always got along really well and were both really close friends with one of our other co-workers. I think that it was ultimately her boyfriend who ripped me off, because the ONE TIME he entered the back room (for employees only) where we stored our belongings during shifts, some cash that I had floating around in my purse went missing. It still pisses me off to think about to this day though. Stupid bitch.
 
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