damn... somebody here, i think it was newphone, mentioned yesterday that the green tapes were some fire. I'm assuming you meant the clear baggies with the little strip of green tape hanging off the top (kinda strange? whys it there?) a block NE from blue tapes. Grabbed two a couple hours ago and booted em up. Sheeeit, barely felt a buzz (granted my tolerance has gone up quite a bit this week). Little bit noddy later on, but that couldve been because they were pure fucking dormin. Where is the consistency at folks!
I know newphone also mentioned blue tapes falling off (the [edit] ones.. foils btw clear packing tape and blue painters tape). I totally agree.
Funny though, my man who runs the spot calls me up saturday morning just after noon. The phone call woke me up. Havent talked to him in a bit since i got a bullshit jab from him a couple weeks ago (sucks bc the day before i got the jab it was some real good shit). Lets me know this is his new phone number, and he says he's got something special for me. Now at this point in time im still half asleep, and i mustve sounded straight up mentally challenged bc i had no idea what the fuck was going on.
So on sunday i decide to call him back bc my half dreamy conversation the day before wasnt very fruitful. So i hit him up and ask him what he meant by him having something special for me. He says the product is on point right now. I ask him how does he know? Does he dip in, test the product? Nope, but he says all his people are coming back all excited like, saying to leave the product where its at and not to change a thing. But shit, everyones always raving how their product is whats up, no matter how good or bad it is. Needless to say, i was a bit skeptical and told him he'd have to bring by a sample bag before i bought a jab after that last shit he came through with. Now he's all, shit I'll throw an extra one on top for you and do 13, man, theres no need to test this, I give you my word, I'll put my name on the line for this (and he aint no young punk hustler, he's got a slew of kids, is quite articulate, middle aged, etc). And then (heres the kicker), he says he'll give me a money back guarantee! Hah! So he got me on that. Sounded sincere enough, ya know. Told him to bring the jab on by.
Shows up on my block with the jab, talking about how he bags up his call-in customers jabs fresh every morning. Says the kids at the spot will let the jabs sit around for days. He says, you can have some mediocre heroin, but you bag it up that morning fresh and thats what counts. Hmmm, already im starting to get skeptical, bc that sounds like bullshit. I mean, shits flown in from other countries and passed from dealer to dealer to dealer. And shit when i buy a jab, it sits around for anywhere from 3-5 days, and the last blow is just as good as the first. So yeah, he's starting to sound like he doesnt know what hes talking about....
Walk back in my house and boot one up, being cautious bc of how good it should be. Hmmm, yeah light buzz, nothing to write home about. So four to five hours later i boot up two bags so i can really feel it, ya know. Nothing!! Not even a rush, which really has got me wondering what the fuck is in those foils. Hmm, time to cash in that money back guarantee! I call him out on it later that night after doing four of the jab and feeling like i mightve done one. He says he's gonna make things right, not to worry, he'll call me back in a few. I wait up a few hours and he's a no show and doesnt pick up his phone. Hmmm...
Next day i get ahold of him midday and he's all, man my car broke down on the side of the highway coming back from waukegan and his phone died... right... So he tells me to call him when i get home from work. So works done, im on my way home and give him a ring. "Yeah its gonna be another hour, ill holler back at you" Hour and a half goes by with no call, so i ring his line and no answer. Call his line periodically the rest of the night to no avail, and at this point i start to think i got hustled for [edit] on a shit jab. Try him again the next morning, middle of the day, nothing. Around noon i leave him a voicemail being like,
"Alright man, i get it. I got played. Theres a small part of me that wants to give you the benefit of the doubt that something came up, but with you ignoring my calls the past day or so, i think i get whats going on. All i ask for here is a bit of honesty. If you hustled me for a [edit], just give me a call and say so. Maybe you're just trying to teach me a life lesson, like, dont trust your local heroin dealer! Just quit stringing me along, playing like you're gonna do me right and come correct. Just call me up, say, you got played sucker! You can even laugh and hang up on me. But at least give me that courtesy of communication. We're both hard workers, out in the elements day in, day out. I work damn hard for that [edit] I gave you. I aint some rich white boy from the suburbs with a trust fund spending daddy's money to get high. So give me this one courtesy of honesty and communication. Thats all i ask for. Have a nice day."
And wouldnt you know it, about four hours later, he calls me up, apologizing saying his phones all fucked up whatever. Tells me to call him after work and he'll swap out what i got for something better. Well shit, i already thought all was lost so i blew two more foils that morning and was down to seven. A couple hours late, that night, he finally shows up. I hop in his car, apologize for the incessant calling, and hes all naw my bad, i let an amateur bag up that batch and he thought he could make a few extra bucks by cuttin it more. You paid me to get you high, i should follow through on that promise. So he swaps out the seven i got for seven fresh ones. Says he'll bring three more by tomorrow to make up for the [amount]. Which he came by today with the remaining three. Now shit, they still werent any flame blows, but they were def better, and at that point, I was happy to come away with anything.
So all in all, blue tape man is a good honest guy. And holy shit that was a long little rant. I have problems with summarizing a situation in few words. Oh well. Good night y'all.
