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Been Robbed in a Drug Deal? Post story

Paid for 10 hits of LSD. Blotter ended up having no LSD on it. I was and still am pissed, never talking to that cunt again.
 
a long time ago....
went to get rid of some green to the d-boys as soon as i stepped into the house i knew it wasnt right but went in anyways. (Stupid-I know but i was much younger) Went into the back room and they didnt want to pay what we agreed to. I went to leave and in the entryway of the house had a real nice nickel plated .357 pointed at my face. gave it up and my phone. I ended up not having to pay my buddy back for it and got multiple bags for free so it worked out.

another one...
Was at a friends house when they were robbed. i was trippin on lsd. The guys house we were at sold some thugs coke that was cut with baking soda. They obviously knew cause they were rockin it. They asked for their money back guys said no. They came over with some .22 rifles and had plastic bags taped to the ejector/extractor. had to run out the backdoor into the snow with socks on. Apparently soemone called the cops and they caught these guys driving away and they had gas cans. they were going to burn down the house.

Terrible to look back on these things
 
I think the worst part of getting robbed/ripped off is not really just the money, but the fact that someone has had you over, either by a con or force/threats. I allways think why werent i bruce lee or someone and taught this scum a lesson , robbing us poor junkies who just want a decent fix. the lowest imo
 
my friend just recently got ripped off buying some coke (but he DID get his money back lol)

this dude we knew says hes gettin green for us we give him --$, he calls us when hes at the house and says they dont have any green but they have powder. my friends like "alright ill give you - more to make it a -- if it'll be a straight bag" so he come sback over and shows us the bag. it's all cornered up and tied off like coke bags, but it's a brownish color and feels/looks like gel. we instantly think its crack or meth so he says no i dont want this dude this aint no powder. well we open it up and have this person taste it and she's like.. damn that's not even crack thats pure baking soda mixed with water!

anyway the dude swears up and down it was coke but the dude that got it for us goes back over there and gets the -- back..
the guy we were going through was a complete dumbass which is probably why the dude ripped him off.. LOL.
but still don't understand why he gave the money back.. probably cuz it was only $-- and these people were regular green/rock dealers.
 
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Ok, this was crazy. I was in philly, for only the second time copping some stuff. I brough 2 new guys with me. We bought our weed and were walking back to the car and some guys drove up and said they had dust. I needed some so I went back up, gave him $50 and he never came back with my dust. I was on the corner at the spot yelling wheres my f-n money! A guy finally came up and said I got your dust. Just follow me. He took us back into an alley where 4 more guys came up behind us with masks and guns and proceeded to rob us. The one guy asked me where the rest of my stuff was at and I said I ain't got it. He reached in my pocket and pulled out a lot of weed. Then he cocked back his gun and said get behind that dumpster. I said no way. Then he just walked up and shot at me! The gun jammed so he tryed to cock it back again. This time a bullet came out the top and fell on the ground. The gun jammed again! My friend told me it was a tech 9 and they jam a lot. But this guy was pissed I lied to him so he wanted me dead. Then a few corner dealers came and chased them away. If that gun didn't jam up like that, I'd be dead fur sure! Thanks Jesus for that one! The messed up part is that this happened about 13 years ago and I'm still going to the cities today to cop dope. I guess I'll never learn.
 
Crack whore robs me and a friend in the strongest gang stronghold I'd ever witnessed in Anchorage, AK. It's in tags because of length, though there's plenty swearing too.

NSFW:
Sitting in an empty parting lot, sipping on some bottom-shelf whiskey with a friend. This white woman, prolly late 20s, with the biggest tits I have ever seen, counting porn. She starts walking over to us.
My buddy, Billy, begins chuckling, "Dude, it's a whore. And look at those tits,"
His voice was loud and drunk and the woman could easily hear her. "I bet she knows where to find some crack," I say, also easily audible.
Anyway, we let her drink on our bottle, she acts pissed off when I offer $5 dollars to see her breasts. I was too sloppy drunk to get hard, but her boobs were so big and her hips so whoreful that I really did want to fuck her. Billy kept begging me to hook him up, saying he was good to go. But I didn't want some sloppy seconds. I figured some crack would be enough to get me hard.
I asked her to find us some crack; she denied using at first, then I flashed her my wallet and we were walking down to her apartment.
Once we got to the building, I started having second regrets. The apartment was well off the main roads; it was dark, and she was taking us down to the basement apartments.
I changed my mind, but she grabbed my arm and tried to drag me down. She wasn't strong enough. I told her to have her dealer come out. She borrowed my phone, called him, then walked inside, telling me to give her my money too.
"Hell no, let me see what he's got," I reply.
"THEN FUCKING COME IN ALREADY," she howled back, and walked into the building with my phone.
We were lead to an old deaf, semi-lame samoa woman's apartment. The hooker invited me to play ps2 with some nerdy white guy with a goatee, but then grew impatient and demanded my money. I showed her forty bucks.
"FUCK THAT! FUCK YOU! I KNOW YOU GOT A BILL," she growls.
I generally tried not to curse at ladies. "Fuck nah. I'll buy a forty, if it's good, I'll hit an ATM and do a bill."
"FUCKING ASSHOLE," the hooker says, and tries to wrestle my money from my hand. I will admit that she was becoming less and less sexy by the moment.
I tried some more gentle talk with her before finally belting out the command, "Give me my goddamn phone back and you can have the money." I held her wrist and gave her a violent warning glare. I got my phone, she stalked out the room.
Moments later, I hear her cussing and fissing, and she enters the living room and points me. Next, a black man with massive arms and hard muscles looked at my and rolled his eyes, like a minimum wage worker would roll his eyes after having to clean up vomit. They enter the bathroom together.
I advance towards the bathroom, and the old samoa lady practically runs on her lamed knees to stop me. She made the expression of prayer and pleaded for me to sit in the living room with her.
The nerd boy offered me a round on the game. I declined, pursuing information on the whore who had my money. He said that she didn't really live here, but she stayed here a lot, because she worked the entire second floor. He subtly hinted the entire upstairs was a gang house and she was their crack whore.
I waited. And I waited. I smoked a cigarette with the samoa lady, and tried to get her to teach me some sign.
Finally the nerd boy said, "I think she took off. I can help you find her."
"Well, isn't she staying here the night? Ain't she going to back?" I declined.
Less than a minute later, the samoan woman was getting VERY anxious, and was remaining in her kitchen, glancing out at me and my friend (who just stood silently and kid of scared). Nerd boy asked me about four times that he would help me look for her. I finally got the hint and left, giving a good luck cigarette to the samoa woman (i had the vague idea of coming back to try and get crack again later).
My friend, Billy, had a pale look on his face. He wouldn't get up and leave with me. Just kept repeating "She's gonna come back... we should wait we should wait."
So I left him. I was really getting anxious and wanted out of the house. Screw the 40 dollars. As I exited the apartment with Nerd Boy, I heard a lot of commotion in the upstair apartments. There was lots of heavy steps walking towards their front doors and back. I heard a loud, black voice giving some semi-formal speech behind on of the doors. I couldn't make out what he was saying.
However, the apartment across the way from where I was, I could easily hear an angry voice ask, "Yeah! What these two fucks look like? You sure they were fucking with her? Where that at now?"
I felt sicked with adrenaline. My vision and hearing heightened, and I ran through escape routes in my head, and was prepared to try and break the mild mannered nerd boy's neck if I needed to.
Nerd boy suggested we go to the store. I could hear the apartment house preparing for battle, and the nerd boy set an appropiately quick pace.
Halfway to the store, two heavy balls suddenly descended into my scrotum. I turned back to the gang stronghold, suddenly determined to retreive my friend Billy, or at least die with him. Luckily, I saw his terrored face running full speed from the crackhouse.
When Billy caught up with us, I was actually trying to see if I could convince Nerd boy to middle man a crack deal with the gangsters for me. I promised I had lots of money. I don't know what would have happen if I had gone that route, but the moment Billy arrived, he spat on Nerd boy, and flexed every muscle on his body in an aggressive stance towards Nerd body.
"GET THE FUCK OUT HERE YOU PUSSY ASS BITCH," Billy bellowed to nerd body outside of the 24-hour store. "GET LOST, BITCH? CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?"
The nerd boy's eyes narrowed only slightly at the words. I actually caught a hint that he might attack Billy. Billy as only slightly larger.
I stepped between, shook nerd boy's hand, and sent him off. He strolled down the dark rode completely confident.
"We almost fucking died, man," Billy said to me.
"You almost did you idiot. Why didn't you leave with me?"
"I was too scared man. Oh shit, you could hear all those footsteps up stairs. Across the way too. It was like an army of buff black people."
"That's why I left."
"Man, I should have left with you. As soon as you left, I heard like 5 guns click. You know, like when you ready them to fire? At least a few of them were shotguns. And some black dude yelled, "Are you ready to get them boys?"
Billy suddenly became extremely suspicious of his surroundings. My fiending had faded into fear too. We went into the 24 hour store and Billy called his mom for a ride, and he actually cried on the phone.
That night I quit both whores and crack.
 
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This just happened recently:

A few days ago I got a bundle of dope from one of my main trusted guys. I get home, check it out and its either fake or extremely weak. I call the guy back, he doesn't answer so I decide to get more since I'm still sick and need something. I go to my other main dealer and tell him about it since he knows the other guy and he tells me that the guy has been locked up for a month. While I was surprised to hear this I believed him because before when I had got the bundle one of the runners came to my car, not the main guy so it was totally plausable. So here I am stuck with some garbage dope and am almost out of money. So I ask one of my friends if he wants any bags and he says yeah so I sell him the rest of the bundle for about $20 more than I paid for it. All in all I got most of my money back. %)
 
How many time's have you gotten burned in a drug deal?

I make this on the occasion that I just got burned for like the 11-18th time, This chick that usually scores for me, always cool so I thought. Gave her my cash for some vic's (was desperate) and wait the usual twenty three minutes (yes it takes EXACTLY that long) called the minute she was late and her phone was off, I could tell something was shady when I met her, nothing overt, and my gut was telling me no, but like I stated I was desperate so I went with it.

Now I am at home drinking which was the absolute last resort cause ive been drinking heavily like the past two days.

So share your experiences of note involving getting ripped off and give some advice. My advice which I almost never take and end up paying for is

Always listen to your gut.
 
zero times

gotta keep it real

edit.....just read your post....sorry about the luck bro.............
 
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