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Opioids Chicago dope thread
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Iamthatiam
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I follow news ESP about heroin from around the country, and Chicago in general interests me. I know they have been really trying to clean up the Westside open air markets. How are they doing at it? Is the South side mostly call and meet or what? I saw this article about Puerto Rico dumping addicts from PR in Chicago. Telling them they are going to a beautiful rehab and they end up in a flop house with a mattress on the ground sharing the room with 6-7 people just like them. Often local politicians pay for their flights and they cannot afford to return home. I am from Philly, and this happens there also. They end up in Kensington, which holds the East coasts biggest open air drug (specifically heroin) market. I thought this was very interesting, and was wondering if any of you that visit the West side frequently have noticed this? Anyways hope y'all get on your nod today and have a great time in the process.Sleeptodream27
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Doneafter going through and getting cleaned up from dope, a couple weeks later, damn straight i will take those bars. I just want to sleep!! Even for just 2 hours!! There is nothing worse than insomnia. Laying in bed and hearing every single thing that happens.
puke
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Woah a person name nakedlady asking for drugs, if that isn't a setup."Spots" as in being clean. Aint no problem finding drugs once you do. The problem then becomes the exact opposite.
You don't like the name? Sorry, couldnt think of anything COOL.... Like Puke,
Scariest drug story... Got a few but this one is entertaining. New years Eve 2010-2011, I wasn't using dope yet but was taking and selling hella norcos. Ic was going to my buddy's apt at Belmont and Clark and we were gonna just chill and get fucked up and play video games. Earlier that day I had copped 200 norcos and 2 8balls. Around 6:00 I speed at a 7-11 near my house to meet with a friend to sell him some norcos. After doing the exchange in his car I put the big pill bottle, now with 175 pills, in my right jacket pocket and the money he just gave me in my left jacket pocket with the yayo. I say, "I'm gonna run in and get smokes" and my buddy says "yeah me to" so we are standing in line behind a lady getting lotto tickets and my buddy's standing in front of me facing me and a local cop walks in and gets in line behind me. While we are standing there I go to pull out the money dude just gave me and an 8 ball comes flying out of my pocket and hits the cop in the mother fucking foot! I know someone on here is gonna say I'm lying but whatever, this shit really happened. So anyways my buddy sees this and immediately turns a walks very fast, just short of running, out of the store without getting his smokes. The cop isn't even looking at me. So me thinking I'm smooth puts my foot over it and kinda drags it to the counter and i ask for my smokes. Shaking uncontrollably. I pay for the smokes and the cop taps me on the shoulder and was like, "I think you dropped something" my heart just fucking drops and he tells me to pick it up so I do thinking about the other felonies in my pockets. I'm ready for him to pull cuffs out and I just know I'm fucked and he asks me "where are you going tonight?" I tell him to my friends house in the city and he says, "put that shit back in your pocket and get the fuck outta here. If I see you again in (name of town) I'm going to lock you up" I say "yes sir, thank you very much sir" and he says "GO! don't thank me, GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I CHANGE MY FUCKING MIND!!!!" I fucking booked out there so fast. I couldn't believe that shit just happened. All those pills and another 8ball. Holy fuck. He didn't even take the one that fell outta my pocket from me.I know this is really un cool to say, so as well as not having a "hip" attitude regarding police, it will further speculation that i am 5.0. I can deal with it though....
It is hard to put this, taking into consideration that every time anything like that even remotely happened to me it was always straight to lock up. But here goes....
Some cops are just(lacking a better word) "cool" about certain things. This group, out of an entire police force, probably consists of less than 0.5%.
These cops, can be broken down further in to 2 sub categories listed below. (I have yet to come up with names for either, suggestions?))
This first, very, very small group realize that there are so many things that are more important than a drug bust on a user, or even a very low supplier. They look at it from the point of view that "they are removing themselves from their patrol or streets where they have been stationed to be in case of an actual violent crime occurring." This type of cop takes on a actual realistic point of view when it comes to law enforcement.
I like to call the above, UNICORNS. I have never seen one, probably never will. But i hear stories and mythes every so often. (As with the 8 ball on the floor experience)
The second group of cops (need a name) just dont want to take the time to write up the bust. Because not only do they have to stop what ever they are doing this moment to take you in, they have to fill out the paper work, have you processed, check in property, ect. Maybe even, dependng the area and time, wait for back up. Oh, and dont forget about the fact that these days you dont know who has a suprise for you tucked in their waist. (All of a sudden you went from grabing some donuts and gas, too being on FOX NEWS because of another drug cop related shooting) Then after all that they are gonna be asked to come to the trial, very possibly multiple times, and for what.
Now as for all the other types of cops that wouldnt pass up this opportunity, well, I'm too tired. But man, you know that will NEVER happen again, those cops are so rare, its like seeing a fucking unicorn or something. And the fact that he didnt even throw the shit away says he had better stuff to do in that moment. Rest assured man, if you ever do see that cop again, and under similar circumstances, it aint gonna work out this time. ....Your gonna be Fucked.Last edited:Just curious, did the 8 ball on the floor experience make you change your mind about carrying felony weight in your pockets??? or any quantity for that matter???
Also, note above, these descriptions are from my own, or friends close to me, their, experiences and point of view.Last edited:
puke
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I created that name like in 2002 when I was at work and signed up for my first msg board when I was hungover as fuck and I felt like puke, so thats what I typed in.
Holy shit guys.... scored some AWESOME dope the other day w my new buddy (you alive!? Lol) & was in nod land til my shit was gone.... ie, i barely remember a thing over the past 36hrs! I haven't nodded like that in a loooong time. Thats what one month "clean" does I guess!!
Square one. Oh well I dont regret it. I DO regret being so high at my mom and dads. Needless to say I did not work, but also my Mom cried! She asked what I was on, said something was different from just 24hrs prior (she's good!!), thought I was "inhaling something" (I guess cuz a straw fell out of my bag...one id cut into a baby straw... lol). I told her I waSnt and that I had paraphernalia everywhere (IS true)... she clearly knows im shooting dope again. I was careless doing such a big shot before going (was my last, tho!) Idk...
Picking up one more time tomor but start IOP at 1pm so... thatll be that.
.... this weed got me HIGH.Dope story time!
Last Friday in February 2010 buddy and me roll down to the west side and I pick up two jabs. Dope sick as fuck so I roll to the mcd's not far from'the middle' and a dead pres (maybe you all can figure out where I was) anyways I cook up a 7 bag shot and my buddy runs in to get a cheeseburger or some shit. Well someone saw me and called it in..was about to pull out of the lot and before I even know what's happening I have two of chicagos finest with guns pointed telling me to get the fuck out. Needless to say I was so screwed and I knew it. One cop took me, cuffed me up and started grillin me...I had a bunch of works and empties and 21 goddamned bags right in my center console (yes so dumb I know)... Figure I don't have shit going for me but maybe be honest and catch a break no I didn't give names or what crew I frequent but I did tell him what I thought I had etc...he threw me in the backseat and went and talked to his parter who was grillin my buddy. 5 mins goes by and he comes over opens the car door and uncuffs me. Tells me since I didn't give him a mouthful of bullshit like every other junkie I'm gonna be going home tonight, my buddy tho not so lucky. Dude throws me my keys and says pleasure doin business with you now get the fuck out of here.
If I hadn't had it happen to me, I wouldn't believe it. Dude knew I did a fat ass shot too lol. Took my bags but left everything else. I still can't fucking believe it.
puke
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Dude, almost the same kind of thing happened to me. I was at the mcdonald's right across the street by the Oak Park Police Dept. and I was with somebody who didn't do dope and didn't know I was into and since its drive thru only after a certain time I hopped out of the car to sniff off a dumpster and somebody called the cops. Anyways when the cops showed up while we were still in the drive thru, get this shit, one of the cops was my ex probation officer!!! He immediately recognized me and because he knew me he knew whoever reported it was definitely telling the truth. %)MadeInChicago
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Lol these stories are crazy, their are one in a 100,000 good cops that get the actual point of law enforcement. That 8ball of coke story is nuts I would have been shaking like that too. Idk if I woulda picked it up though lol but good thing it worked out like it did. What happened to ur friend nakedlady, did they charge him with the bags?
woa u never answered my question. Or anyone can answer it, is it true u taste flowers when u shoot?Last edited:What do you mean "do you taste flowers", when you shoot what? What kind of flowers. ... weed? Lol. Maybe I should slow my toke.
I need to hurry up and pass out on this seroquel, clonidine, dope, weed combo so I can wake up and go pick up my h! Its not gonna be even close to the quality of the shit I grabbed Rockford the other day and...fuck I keep nodding into oblivion. Im outta here
Oh for sure it did. When I first started selling norcos before I pulled out of my guys driveway I would be burying them in my trunk by my spare tire. But in the cots of a year I slowly became more and more careless about hiding shit. After that happened I always made it a point to make sure I had stuff hidden and didn't bring anything I didn't absolutely need with me when I would go places. But eventually got lazy and comfortable again 4 years later and caught my first felony possession after copping D on the west side. And now, again I'm very careful about where I have shit and make sure it's hidden.
Why did your body get arrested and not you? Did he have a warrant or something?
Some D you can taste when you shoot and some you don't. Like when I cold copped a couple weeks ago that stuff I could definitely taste, not sure if it tastes like flowers though, if anything it tastes like flower scented febreeze or something like that cuz it's got a kinda chemical taste to it. The stuff I get from my main connect I never taste when I shoot.MadeInChicago
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My post with the original ? had all the additional info (what substance, etc). Yeah I try to keep myself from getting comfortable & I search my car before copping like im the cops lol.
I try & teach ppl Junkie Rules, like no copping with a car with a headlight out, etc. Stuff that is just asking for u to get bumped.
Like:
Parking right in front of the spot
Driving with headlights off, out
Picking up very late like midnight and after altho ive done it before just make sure ur not cold copping
etc.
I have had cuffs put on me for having just a straw with residue. They let me go after calling my PO the bastards.
I thought about the whole iv thing and carrying rigs is just one more thing to worry about. although I realized how easy it would be to start up. Just a matter of asking at the spot for a rig (as they have new ones for sell $1 each). I can only dream what its like to have it all hit u at once.Woamotive, wont they be dropping you for your program? Even if it's just outpatient. ... this isnt my "scariest" drug story, but your post made me remember, and is some what relevant to you starting a program....
Couple years ago, 2, i was a mess. At least 2 jabs a day, on top of any and all benzos known to man. I had missed 2 probation appointments, dropped dirty like 3 in a row, just blatantly not giving a fuck about my plea to get probation. After being picked up on a warrant while copping (of course), the judge gave me to options. REHAB or JAIL
Terms or rehab were NO dirty drops, and must start this coming Sunday.(today was Tuesday)
No problem!!! I had a monster D habit, but fuxk it, i need to get clean, im ready to get clean, lets do it. Not much time to taper down the d habit, but again, its been done.
After court i met with the intake woman who worked at the rehab i was headed. Basic stuff, how insanely much cash this is gonna cost me, the rules, program specifics etc...
Towards the end, she asks "other then the heroin, do you take any other drugs?" I replied " yes, Adivan, Klonipin and Ambien, but i have a prescription from my psychologist!"
"We do NOT ALLOW ANY MOOD ALTERING DRUGS, NO EXCEPTIONS". The list was anything from Rohypnal to O.T.C. cold medications. Further she said "anyone who is on anything listed, either has to stop, or find a different facility".
Fuxk, my first day is in 4 days... not hardly enough time to taper down the benzos, but my choices were to not go to rehab and go straight to jail, or show up this coming Sunday. Easy choice, for anyone who has ever been in jail, even for just a night knows there is no worse place than a cold cement floor in a cell to find your self.
Anyways, barely passed urine screen that Sunday, but it was apparent from my state i had not been taking any pills so they let me slide that first evening.
After day 5, and NO sleep, and i dont mean 1 or 2 hours of sleep, i mean NONE i couldnt take it any more. But if i got caught off the grounds, or dropped dirty, it was straight to cook county.
"Fuck it". "They just dropped me yesterday, and the day before ". No way they will 3 days n a row...
Gathered up the cash i had snuck in, (i had a feeling this would happen) and using a phone inside, scheduled my dope guy to come by. We made an arrangment time, told my councilor i had to go to the bathroom quick and poped outside. Looked around the corner, and by the graise of god, a dealer ON TIME!! perfect!
I run around the corner, grab the shit, and right back inside to the bathroom. 5 minutes later, fucking bliss. Fucking perfect....
Well apparently one of the staff had witnesses my little hand to hand transfer. I am escorted to the vice president office, along with my counclers, teachers, and the douch who saw me.
Of course i told them all that he was mistaken, or that he had it out for me,regardless i was "innocent, and offended". So much for not being dropped. ....
So, we head to the bathroom, my minds fucking racing, where the fuck am i gonna find some clean piss in the next 1 minute!!?
"Guess thats it. Im going to jail. " But just for the fuck of it, i took the test. Handed the sample to the guy, and was escorted back to the office
It was an immediate screen, 2 minutes and the results are back. While we are waitin the guy who saw me was giving me the "u Fucked up now white boy. I got u" look.
2 min later, my councilor goes "its clean".
Unbelievable. The asshole picked up the screen, looking at it i have never seen anyone that disappointed. Now it was my turn to give my best "ha fucker, we both know i used but u cant prove it) look.
Turns out that since only 30 minutes had passed since i hit it, it hadnt processed into my urine yet. If they had waited to drop me that night as they usualy do i woulda been toast. (And been escorted personally by a sheriff)
But since doiche bag demanded i be dropped immediately, i was cleared... but i was so fucking pissed at my self while waiting for the results, "wtf man. So fucking greedy. Well now you are gonna kick in jail". No nice clean bed,no seperate bathroom and showers, tv, fresh fruits, blah blah blah. ..
I didnt touch another thing or fuck around the last 4 weeks i was inside. Kind of like the 8 ball on the floor of the 7 11, this was a once in a time get out of jail free. It will not ever happen again......
Damn thats long post.... but u get the idea. Be careful, sometimes you can get a real dick thats out to get everyone thats tryin to get clean.
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puke
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Which rehab were you in, if you don't mind me asking? I spent 3 1/2 months in Interventions in Woodridge, I actually celebrated my 21st birthday in there. 8)
