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you learned why orange county is referred to as the "asshole of the united states."
Been Robbed in a Drug Deal? Post story
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you learned why orange county is referred to as the "asshole of the united states."
AstroZombie13
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Orange County is alright..
>_>;;
>_>;;
AstroZombie13
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Obisidian, you're fucking awesome man. and im dead serious. I was just jacked myself.. Im glad you showed those punks up.
I've never been robbed at a drug deal but I got 500 dollars stolen from me at knife point right BEFORE a drug deal.
That shit sucked.
That shit sucked.
dragonxninjaxpowa
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i was sold a fucking brown stone at notting hill carnival once, which looked like hash.
and after the money changed hands, the dealer fucked off too quick.
tried to break it, burn it, hit it with another stone, stamp on it with my shoe, wouldn't even chip. lost about £50 worth over it and cried.
also was sold mixed herbs as weed at notting hill carnival once. lost about £20 over it.
smoked it and it did fuck all, didn't even taste/smell like weed.
i don't buy off complete strangers anymore, only friends or through friends of my friends.
and after the money changed hands, the dealer fucked off too quick.
tried to break it, burn it, hit it with another stone, stamp on it with my shoe, wouldn't even chip. lost about £50 worth over it and cried.
also was sold mixed herbs as weed at notting hill carnival once. lost about £20 over it.
smoked it and it did fuck all, didn't even taste/smell like weed.
i don't buy off complete strangers anymore, only friends or through friends of my friends.
rachamim
Bluelighter
I have 2 stories actually, although like any long term user I have been robbed a few times, both actual robbed as well as "beat" by being sold "bunk" (i.e. "beat bags" i.e. counterfeit materiel). It is a valuable learning experience in any junkie's life I think.
When I first came to live in the US as an adult, to work, I was here maybe 8 months and had just moved to NYC. This being the early 90s, there was a section of the city where PCP (aka "Angel Dust") was sold in 5 to 8 US Dollar bags (half gram of mint leaf laced with liquid PCP, crystal had came and gone and was not to be found anywhere in the NE that I knew about). I liked it just so, only a couple of puffs with some cannabis and WHOOM.
It was Western New Year's Eve, and I was actually at that point living in a town called Lakewood, NJ, about 90 minutes south of NYC. On that holiday all Mass Transit is free so as to discourage drunk driving and everybody and their brother takes Mass Transit into the city. I only had I think 90 US on me, and a girl I was seeing wanted to go into the city, to Times Square to see the Ball Drop (a NYC Tradition at 12 Midnite on New Year).
About 6 PM, very dark already, we head into the city, I do not drink alcohol at all and because I wanted to enjoy the "party," I made sure we headed uptown to that area I mentioned, in Harlem. We go, get out of the subway, and I buy a "bundle" (10 bags) of PCP and was excited and could not wait to go to Central Park and get ready for Times Square. It began snowing with a brutal wind whipping flakes in my eyes and as we turned around from the Sale Corner and began to walk up the steep hill (W145 for those that know, it is no longer a drug area so calm down Mods about "Locations")...We got a few meters when I felt a knife in my side and this guy whose face I will never forget had a steak knife pushed hard into my side but not even cutting my jacket.
"Give it up man! NOW!" I am well trained BUT he had the jump on me and my then girlfriend was by my side so, I did the right thing and gave up the goods.
So, no money, a long cold night ahead, and damn I was depressed beyond words!!! I happy in a way, that the girl did not get hurt, and also happy that she had been with me because knowing me I would have not given it up and probably would have had a Ginsu poking out of myhip.
We saw the ball in Times Square, not that I cared at that point and decided to take the train back to Jersey (although it does not go to Lakewood but that is another story). What makes it memorable for me though was that on the ride home, in the train, this group of kids sat near us and began passing around one of those massive glass crack pipes they used to sell, the huge bowled ones. So, I ended up smoking someone elses' freebase cocaine for my New Year in the States. Back then people would get high in the open on trains, etc. Cannot imagine it happening now in NYC.
Second incident...I was sitting in a car, in NJ again (I have usually lived in NYC when in the US and seeing as how I have such bad luck in NJ, I should have done so from the begining). I used to work for a relative of mine, before I got a good job, and well, my uncle was a heroin wholesaler. I had just dropped the package when this guy I had never seen stuck a long barrel in my face. Just walked right up to me, whipped it out, and poked me in the face with the pistol in board daylight.
So there I am, staring into the barrel of a Ruger 44, which for those that do not know is a massively big revolver.
I do not remember his words, but I do remember after giving up a little stash I had of "nickles" of cocaine (at the time 5 dollar stamped glassines of cocaine were a standard retail unit), maybe 40 US of cocaine, he began getting real nervous because while I HAD just dropped off a nice piece of weight, I never picked up cash so he was expecting a large cash haul or maybe just the "package" I had just handed off. I was sure he was going to blow my face off.
Here I was, wounded 2 times in Lebanon and I thought I was going to die in a NJ parking lot from some crackhead with an itchy finger!!! I was angry more than anything.
He smirked after a few seconds and non-chalantly walked away. This was in prehistoric days when we used to use only payphones with dimes and quarters! Calling between states was a huge hassle so I figured I would just drive it off on my way to see my uncle later because I had to let him know soemone was watching us... but to top it all off I got pulled over by a local cop as I left the spot and funny as fate is, he tossed my car. Had I not been robbed, I would have possibly caught a 5 year prison sentence over that 40 dollars worth of coke!
Here is the thing though...Not more than a year later I did get pinched, as I talked about in another thread in this Forum, asking how prison life is (haha). So I am up in state prison and on a Grounds Crew for my prison job. A new guy joins the crew and he is this huge, super ugly black guy who I have never seen in my life but this fool knows me by name!
My middle name is "Ra'anan" but in English alot of people will call me "Rani" or "Jonny" as it gets mangled by English speakers.
This guy kept saying, "Jonny you don't know me man?" I humoured him for a good minute and then told him to stop "riding my coc%." He still had a smile and then it clicked! I remembered the smirk!!! It was that 44 Ruger! Then, he tried to ride me, telling the whole Grounds Crew that he stuck me up with a BB Gun!!!
Hahahahahahahaha. See, a 44 Ruger is an old fashioned revolver and if you look at the barrel you will see in the chamber, rounds, real shiny against the blue-black finish. However, when you have a long barrel in your mouth you are DEFINITELY not thinking about the chamber but about your destiny, you know?
So I played it off telling him I was never robbed in my life but he and I both knew what was up. I was 4 months from my Max Date, meaning I was going home in like 108 days. I felt like I wanted to address past wrongs, but I did not lose face over the issue since I always drew respect, and this guy was a crack head with a goofy grin that everybody just naturally hated. Had I hurt him it would have been a new street charge and several more years wasted in a Yank prison. Willy Johnson was his name. Wonder if he is even alive now.
Funny how small the world is, right?
Anyway, 2 of many stories...
When I first came to live in the US as an adult, to work, I was here maybe 8 months and had just moved to NYC. This being the early 90s, there was a section of the city where PCP (aka "Angel Dust") was sold in 5 to 8 US Dollar bags (half gram of mint leaf laced with liquid PCP, crystal had came and gone and was not to be found anywhere in the NE that I knew about). I liked it just so, only a couple of puffs with some cannabis and WHOOM.
It was Western New Year's Eve, and I was actually at that point living in a town called Lakewood, NJ, about 90 minutes south of NYC. On that holiday all Mass Transit is free so as to discourage drunk driving and everybody and their brother takes Mass Transit into the city. I only had I think 90 US on me, and a girl I was seeing wanted to go into the city, to Times Square to see the Ball Drop (a NYC Tradition at 12 Midnite on New Year).
About 6 PM, very dark already, we head into the city, I do not drink alcohol at all and because I wanted to enjoy the "party," I made sure we headed uptown to that area I mentioned, in Harlem. We go, get out of the subway, and I buy a "bundle" (10 bags) of PCP and was excited and could not wait to go to Central Park and get ready for Times Square. It began snowing with a brutal wind whipping flakes in my eyes and as we turned around from the Sale Corner and began to walk up the steep hill (W145 for those that know, it is no longer a drug area so calm down Mods about "Locations")...We got a few meters when I felt a knife in my side and this guy whose face I will never forget had a steak knife pushed hard into my side but not even cutting my jacket.
"Give it up man! NOW!" I am well trained BUT he had the jump on me and my then girlfriend was by my side so, I did the right thing and gave up the goods.
So, no money, a long cold night ahead, and damn I was depressed beyond words!!! I happy in a way, that the girl did not get hurt, and also happy that she had been with me because knowing me I would have not given it up and probably would have had a Ginsu poking out of myhip.
We saw the ball in Times Square, not that I cared at that point and decided to take the train back to Jersey (although it does not go to Lakewood but that is another story). What makes it memorable for me though was that on the ride home, in the train, this group of kids sat near us and began passing around one of those massive glass crack pipes they used to sell, the huge bowled ones. So, I ended up smoking someone elses' freebase cocaine for my New Year in the States. Back then people would get high in the open on trains, etc. Cannot imagine it happening now in NYC.
Second incident...I was sitting in a car, in NJ again (I have usually lived in NYC when in the US and seeing as how I have such bad luck in NJ, I should have done so from the begining). I used to work for a relative of mine, before I got a good job, and well, my uncle was a heroin wholesaler. I had just dropped the package when this guy I had never seen stuck a long barrel in my face. Just walked right up to me, whipped it out, and poked me in the face with the pistol in board daylight.
So there I am, staring into the barrel of a Ruger 44, which for those that do not know is a massively big revolver.
I do not remember his words, but I do remember after giving up a little stash I had of "nickles" of cocaine (at the time 5 dollar stamped glassines of cocaine were a standard retail unit), maybe 40 US of cocaine, he began getting real nervous because while I HAD just dropped off a nice piece of weight, I never picked up cash so he was expecting a large cash haul or maybe just the "package" I had just handed off. I was sure he was going to blow my face off.
Here I was, wounded 2 times in Lebanon and I thought I was going to die in a NJ parking lot from some crackhead with an itchy finger!!! I was angry more than anything.
He smirked after a few seconds and non-chalantly walked away. This was in prehistoric days when we used to use only payphones with dimes and quarters! Calling between states was a huge hassle so I figured I would just drive it off on my way to see my uncle later because I had to let him know soemone was watching us... but to top it all off I got pulled over by a local cop as I left the spot and funny as fate is, he tossed my car. Had I not been robbed, I would have possibly caught a 5 year prison sentence over that 40 dollars worth of coke!
Here is the thing though...Not more than a year later I did get pinched, as I talked about in another thread in this Forum, asking how prison life is (haha). So I am up in state prison and on a Grounds Crew for my prison job. A new guy joins the crew and he is this huge, super ugly black guy who I have never seen in my life but this fool knows me by name!
My middle name is "Ra'anan" but in English alot of people will call me "Rani" or "Jonny" as it gets mangled by English speakers.
This guy kept saying, "Jonny you don't know me man?" I humoured him for a good minute and then told him to stop "riding my coc%." He still had a smile and then it clicked! I remembered the smirk!!! It was that 44 Ruger! Then, he tried to ride me, telling the whole Grounds Crew that he stuck me up with a BB Gun!!!
Hahahahahahahaha. See, a 44 Ruger is an old fashioned revolver and if you look at the barrel you will see in the chamber, rounds, real shiny against the blue-black finish. However, when you have a long barrel in your mouth you are DEFINITELY not thinking about the chamber but about your destiny, you know?
So I played it off telling him I was never robbed in my life but he and I both knew what was up. I was 4 months from my Max Date, meaning I was going home in like 108 days. I felt like I wanted to address past wrongs, but I did not lose face over the issue since I always drew respect, and this guy was a crack head with a goofy grin that everybody just naturally hated. Had I hurt him it would have been a new street charge and several more years wasted in a Yank prison. Willy Johnson was his name. Wonder if he is even alive now.
Funny how small the world is, right?
Anyway, 2 of many stories...
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clayfig
Bluelighter
not really robbed but a friend of mine hooked me up with a line of molly after snorting realized something wass verrrrrrry wrong because I started to trip turns out he mixed up his molly bag with his powdered dxm bag I asked for my money back and all he said, you still have fun right?
AfterGlow
Bluelighter
went to a meetup at a grocery store parking lot. they get there about a half hour late. kid comes to me and says I have to front the money so he can get the pills. This is NOT what was agreed on, but I'm desperate. They won't let me go with them so one of them stays with me. They get back about an hour later. Pills look ok, but I didn't want to test them in a grocery store parking lot. As soon as I got home, they tested BUNK! 
I called my guy back and he says he knew nothing about it. He eventually gave me my money back out of his own pocket. lesson learned... never front money and always test pills before paying.
I called my guy back and he says he knew nothing about it. He eventually gave me my money back out of his own pocket. lesson learned... never front money and always test pills before paying.
Twiggie
Bluelighter
Yeah, just happened to me the other night. Dude brought a friend to smoke a little herb and we were chillin and tokin. I wanted a little and asked dude if his friend knew where to get more. We end up driving this cat around, supposedly looking for some herb for me but he ends up buying crack with it and giving me this bullshit story about how his guy got popped by the cops and that I would have to wait for a few days to see what's up. Found out where he lives and paid a visit and he says he doesn't know what money I'm talking about.
double ewe
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$7,000.
He went to go get it and never came back. Claimed he was pulled over. They had guns and I didn't so I learned a seven thousand dollar lesson that evening.
He went to go get it and never came back. Claimed he was pulled over. They had guns and I didn't so I learned a seven thousand dollar lesson that evening.
igttehbluz
Bluelighter
friends of a friend were referred to me as i had a great connection for oxy. they drove to the kids house (right round the corner from my house), told them i had to go get it, 700 bucks. took off on them fiends. no bitches round my parts. shit is so sketch. if you dont know who ur fuckin with, strap up. if your a bitch dont buy drugs or get ripped. 
thecorpsjohnb
Greenlighter
this random dude walks up to me and a friend and asks if we wanna do a shot of whiskey and then he says he can get us a cut. we gave him the money and we never saw him again.
nonnihilnitoris
Bluelighter
Two hours ago, I gave my man 60 bucks for a 20 bag & an eighth of shrooms.
He took two hours to get back to me. Then, he wanted ten dollars for beer.
I said okay, "here's a fifty, make change and come right back with the weed and shrooms".
The motherfucker ran off but I know where he lives. I'm thinking of threatening to turn him in to the cops if he doesn't deliver. Good idea?
He took two hours to get back to me. Then, he wanted ten dollars for beer.
I said okay, "here's a fifty, make change and come right back with the weed and shrooms".
The motherfucker ran off but I know where he lives. I'm thinking of threatening to turn him in to the cops if he doesn't deliver. Good idea?
I'm inclined to say that narcing on that fool isn't a good idea, but why not show up to his pad with a few of your homies and make an impression?
I've never been robbed but i have been the robber before... haha
Heres my story:
So i'm chillin at my homebois crib i probably have like 50 bars in my pocket so me and my bro are obviously fucked up these kids call me and ask me to get them a 100 bars, so i say its going to be about 350, they want it, i call them back a little later and say i have the bars and we will meet up in a hour or so all of a sudden the doorbell rings and its our gangsta ass friend from miami who came up to orlando to see whats goodie the first words out of my mouth are. " you wanna hit a liq?" of course his reaction is "fuck yea lets do it" so its me and my 2 homebois were plotting this shit out in his bedroom he has a few handguns but we decided against using them, we look over and see a black be-be gun that looks hella real so we decide to use that, my phone rings, its the kids, i set up a spot to meet at, the suns gone down the park is closed, its robbery time, we pull up in the park with a bag full of asprin and our be-be gun, i walk up to the kids car, my homeboi walks up to his window, my other homeboi walks up to the other door, the two of us get in the back seat i pull out the be-be gun and say "gimmie all yo money motherfuckers" they toss there money at me so im thinking to myself this is too easy then i say "gimmie your fuckign wallets and cell phones and any fucking drugs you got or im going to fucking kill you" they toss there wallets, cell phones and a ounce of dro at us in the back seat, we get out, i tell them to fucking drive off, they do, we get back in the car split some money split some weed and have a happy fucking night :D
Heres my story:
So i'm chillin at my homebois crib i probably have like 50 bars in my pocket so me and my bro are obviously fucked up these kids call me and ask me to get them a 100 bars, so i say its going to be about 350, they want it, i call them back a little later and say i have the bars and we will meet up in a hour or so all of a sudden the doorbell rings and its our gangsta ass friend from miami who came up to orlando to see whats goodie the first words out of my mouth are. " you wanna hit a liq?" of course his reaction is "fuck yea lets do it" so its me and my 2 homebois were plotting this shit out in his bedroom he has a few handguns but we decided against using them, we look over and see a black be-be gun that looks hella real so we decide to use that, my phone rings, its the kids, i set up a spot to meet at, the suns gone down the park is closed, its robbery time, we pull up in the park with a bag full of asprin and our be-be gun, i walk up to the kids car, my homeboi walks up to his window, my other homeboi walks up to the other door, the two of us get in the back seat i pull out the be-be gun and say "gimmie all yo money motherfuckers" they toss there money at me so im thinking to myself this is too easy then i say "gimmie your fuckign wallets and cell phones and any fucking drugs you got or im going to fucking kill you" they toss there wallets, cell phones and a ounce of dro at us in the back seat, we get out, i tell them to fucking drive off, they do, we get back in the car split some money split some weed and have a happy fucking night :D
chrisinabox
Bluelighter
^thats fucked up.