Dirty Jersey Part II "JERSEY WE GO HARD, WE GO HARD"

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im sitting in north philly right now waiting for my friend to come back. He walks slow as fuck though
 
but the guys standing on the corner, they don't need your business that bad

I only cop in Newark but I have to disagree. From what I gather, these guys are usually second or third generation drug dealers. Since there is such a huge hard drug presence, there's A LOT of dealers to compete with. I was told by a hustler that selling heroin is less profitable than rock but that it's a quicker flip. When I purchase a brick, the dealer is only profiting about 30-40 dollars. They have to sell all day every day to make really good money. My favorite guy starts at 7 am and is usually on the block until 10:30 pm. When he's not there, he will have a buddy covering for him (like when he's spending time with his child, or in court because he just caught a case). The Newark dealers that I'm familiar with do not wear lavish clothes or sport expensive jewelry. You'll see Escalades driving through the hood, but I assume these fellows are a lot higher on the totem pole than the people you deal with on the street. When you do regular business, almost everybody will give you a bun or more on credit.

The neighborhood knows why white faces come around and they don't as much as even frown at me. Sometimes the grandma aged women will even smile and say hello while they walk by your car. These dealers are doing it as a means for survival for them and their families. A lot of the people in the neighborhood will somehow benefit from the money you spend on drugs there. My guy will even let me sample his stuff right there on the block if it's a stamp that I'm wary about. Just try not to shoot up in front of any school children. They don't need to see that yet. The dealers will also protect you from anybody who wants to rob you. Treating you well is a business investment.

Sorry about the scatterbrained post... I have some dope ADD. They seem to really need my business. They probably need yours as well.

PS... giving the younger dealers a ride is a good way to get a few free dimes of crack. Trading crack for a ride is much more economic than paying for a cab. Also gives you time to talk to the dealer and learn more about him. The more they like you, the better deals, more credit, etc. Love your dope dealer.
 
Oh yeah.... I've been in NJ my whole life. I live in Monmouth County and I'm only using 2-3 times a week right now. I wonder how long I can keep that up. PM me if you want to talk Jersey. I've been back in the game for a couple years, but haven't really gotten back into BL. There's a whole new group of people here now. I need to make BL friends again.

Also I'm looking for tips on scoring on foot or with public transportation. I'm currently without a vehicle and I might lose my license for a few months pretty soon. Remember Children: just because you smoked a boat load of crack, doesn't mean you should do a huge shot and drive. That's just madness.
 
I have never been to Newark so I'll have to take your word for it but don't expect it to be like that everywhere.

I'm not trying to be a dick but you obviously didnt read what I said because the guy from Serbia asked if people from the hood will do deliveries and I said "no, they don't need your business that bad" not "they treat you like shit"

maybe it's just in Philly that's like that because there is a high demand for it, but I have a hard time seeing a guy on the block finding a ride just to give some white kid a bundle of dope.
 
Another good way is to buff it...

I;m not a fan of sticking drugs in my ass, but if it's bundles or foils or anything other than plastic, it's probably your best shot of staying out of trouble in an emergency....

Not proud to say, I've picked bags of drugs out of my shit before, but I'd much rather puke em up before it comes to that!

Of course, in Jersey, it's pretty much all bundles....only so many ways to conceal those! It kinda sucks! I like stamp bags better than plastic, but stamp bags are a bitch!
 
Yep, buffing is my last resort(on the way to jail), fortunately I've never had to buff my dope.
Don't worry, I've picked bags out of my shit as well.. however, the plastic wasn't sealed all the way and the poo got mixed up with the dope, rendering it useless. :(
So I basically picked at my own shit for nothing. lol

Man.. pff. I recently got laid off from my job and have no income. Which sucks because I have an expensive habit.
I wish I knew some quick-cash schemes. (I'm not turning this thread into a "ways to acquire money", but if you want & have some insight, feel free to pm me. I'd appreciate it. lol)
Anyways, my boys going to rehab.. kinda wish I could go with him.. that would probably be the best thing for me right now..
 
Yep, buffing is my last resort(on the way to jail), fortunately I've never had to buff my dope.
Don't worry, I've picked bags out of my shit as well.. however, the plastic wasn't sealed all the way and the poo got mixed up with the dope, rendering it useless. :(
So I basically picked at my own shit for nothing. lol

Man.. pff. I recently got laid off from my job and have no income. Which sucks because I have an expensive habit.
I wish I knew some quick-cash schemes. (I'm not turning this thread into a "ways to acquire money", but if you want & have some insight, feel free to pm me. I'd appreciate it. lol)
Anyways, my boys going to rehab.. kinda wish I could go with him.. that would probably be the best thing for me right now..


Hah, unfortunately most of the ways to acquire "quick cash" also come attached with "easily busted and sent to jail".
 
i RELIGIOUSLY stick drugs i buy in my ass but ntoin my anus. i put it in my asscrack. my ass is nicely sized and perfect for this. i have yet to have my ass searched, ive had balls jiggled legs spread but cheeks never manipulated by those faggot ass cops.

im on probation so i dont risk it now. i bring a peice of plastic with me, and soon as i cop my dope and coke i wrap it up tight and store it in my ass crack, then i go on with my day. doesnt matter if you sweat or wahtever, i wrap it GOOD with plastic, then i use a papertowl on the outside. foolproof.

only way to do it in my opinion.

my friends ass is so flat he cant even store a single bag there. sucks for him. my ass is pretty much the sampsonite of gludious maximus drug storage.

About quick cash:

I do consttruction, and had an ad on craigslist for painting. I give this dude an estimate, first he comes back at me with an offer for 20% extra if i work i my boxers, then long story short, if I let him "service" me I would "end up with a lot more money in my pockets"

Havnt taken advantage of it but cant say the thought didnt cross my mind a few times when i am on a crazy speedball binge then run out. On the real though, who in their right mind pays someone else to allow you to give them a blowjob, and who approaches that by having contractors come over and do estimates then hoping they are gay or somet shit. LOL. And apparently even though im not gay it doesnt matter. That is of no consequence according to him.

I wish i was a girl though becuase i would definitely work the strip club and have rich ass losers put hudred dollar bills beween my toes. also if iw as a girl i would hope i could manipulate my vag to queef on command just for fun. other wiswe fuck ebing a girl .
 
^ Maybe the Craigslist guy knows construction workers are good with studs and know how to handle wood. Lol
 
What up yalll...Lacey K here...Been a long ass time.

Life sucks right now and I am just lookin for some folks to chill with. Aint usin dope anymore these days so altho lots of yall still PM me lookin for tips and help Im out that game. But I do want to just get out the house, hang out, do something new.

I was on a good fuckin wave, riding it high. Clean, finally off probation, loving life, with the man of my dreams . About to get married and have a place together, start a family, it was beyond my wildest dreams of happiness and the first time ever in my life that I really felt happy, truly happy. Like "shit, after all the trouble and bullshit and dark days, finally my day has come", you know?

And it all fucking ended 3 months ago when he came out and told me that he had secretly began using dope behind my back and he wasnt gonna stop. He got dope and I told him he might as well do it with me there so I could watch out for him and keep him safe. the first and only time. Finally said fuck it myself and used with him that night because I wanted him to see how bad it was hurting me to see HIM do it. i figured if he realized that just as much as HE hated to see me with a needle in my arm, hed figure out that it worked the other way too, that it pained me just as much to see him do that. The plan was that I was gonna use that night as a way to say "ok, got it out of your system, lets never do that again".

But the next morning only came for one of us. He died in bed sleeping next to me and I didnt even fucking realize it til it was too late. I couldnt save him. And thats it. Now hes fuckin gone, and Im here, and his entire family and all his friends, who knew my history and never imagined that he could have done that shit on his own, all assumed that I gave it to him and "made" him do it. So not only did I lose him but I never even got to say goodbye, see him at peace at his funeral instead of laying on the floor with his lips blue and, fuck me ,I cant even keep going. I hate my fucking life and what its become, what happened that I couldnt help until it was too late, the way my future just died and slipped right between my fingers while I was watching and I didnt fucking grasp it, and if I didnt have my son I would shoot it away in a fucking instant.

Sittin around the house wanting to die, crying over his pictures aint really helping me much and I fear that Ill end up dead if I stay like this much longer because I really just cant take it, i just cant. every day is the same, all the people I hung out with and called friends have turned on me because his family got to everybody before I could defend myself and tell the real story. I have nowhere to go and no one to do things with and am sitting here mourning my missing half. so if anybody wants to hang out and give me a reason to look foward to the next day please dont hesitate to hit me up.
 
Lacey K.... I'm sending you a PM... it's been maybe 8 years since we talked... I'm also trying to get clean.... I always admired you. Let's talk... your story broke my already broken heart... you're an amazing woman. Call me
 
Dear Lacey

I'm so very sorry. I can't begin to imagine what you are feeling and I know no words can make it any better, especially coming from a random stranger on the Internet.

I just want you to know that I've been lurking this site for a few years and have always found your posts to be helpful and informative. In other words, I've always seen you as a kind of guardian angel, or patron saint of dope heads.

I don't know you or your struggle at all really but even from what little I do know I can say that you deserve better than what you have been dealt. I don't know why such terrible things happen to good people. I don't know what you believe. I'm not particularly religious myself but I feel that faith is something that exists beyond religion and is a crucial aspect of human life.

When I say faith here, I don't mean some baseless concept of a Heavenly Father figure watching over mankind. When I say faith, I am referring to the relationship one has with the single irreducible driving force in one's life, regardless of what that force is.

From my very limited experience, I would hazard that one object of your faith is providing a good life for your son. This is obviously very important, as you know better than anyone else.

At this point in your life, your faith is being tested. But the thing you must remember is that faith is by nature, a struggle. And by enduring the hardships you are currently facing, as terrible and difficult as they undoubtedly are, you will become a stronger person having already tested your convictions against the most painful experience possible.

To make a long story short, I truly feel for you Lacey, even though I don't really know you. If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know.

Best regards,

Rastarish206
 
Lacey, I sent you a PM. Sorry about what happend. That's just horrible, I can't imagine how it must feel.


How is everyone else doing?
I've been using craigslist to sell some stuff of mine until I can get a job.
It sucks getting laid off.. Been using the train cause it costs me $10 to drive to cmd and back. and that $10 can get me another bag so I'm not sick the next day.
There's some whacky people on the train.. almost got into a fight because this fat motherfucker was talking shit to my bestfriends girlfriend.
Then there was some dude who dropped all his pill bottles.. valium, oxycodone.. I could've gripped them up and ran off, but I was feeling nice that day and gave them back.
 
CMD was getting raided out the ass today.
Started walking up the block to my usual dealer, I got about 50 ft away when an unmarked impala pulls up & 4 cops jump out yelling at the dealer(s) to get down on the ground.
Then 4 more cops jump out of a nearby parked car.
I swiftly turned around, walked across the street & headed towards my next source.
It's crazy hot out there today.. be careful
 
must be trying to get as many arrests as possible before everyone takes memorial day weekend off to go down the shore that may or may not have pieces of debris still hidden in the artificially replaced beaches
 
Its good to see the Jersey thread jumpin again. It's been awhile since I've been on but I figured its time to jump out of the woodwork. I've been a good boy lately and have stayed outa nwk but you already know what it is.
 
Well, metro is out in camden. Atleast 30 cops deep walking around.
So cmd is pretty much hotter than the devils nuts.
Sucks cause I can't fuckin' cop anywheres except at shitty sets.
 
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