Waother side of the road....I recognize him as a crackhead right away, just by the walk ,and the closer lking on the street, I have no idea what to expect....It's not exactly an open air drug spot anymore, but it's definitely there...If I make the wrong decision, I could get robbed....could get shot trying to keep my money...not a situation I can really test what's being sold. It's grab and go!
The crack will definitely be easier than the dope, and at this point that's what I'm looking for...A little bag of rock and a half g of dope...Find a nice spot to do a shot and then worry about getting the rest of the coke and dope later....
I walk down the street. A guy walking quick and weird is coming my way towards me on the he gets the more apparent it becomes that he's not to be trusted. I can see him take something out of his pocket and look down into his hand, then he quickly puts his hand back into his pocket and continues to stride with a purpose! He does this like, three times in a row!....A nervous tic of some sort?
A lot of inner-city drug addicts walk like they're nursing serious physical injuries....like their knees and back are fucked up and they're no longer capable of smooth, inconspicuous motion, like the drugs have literally "kicked their ass"!.....I know a lot of people who have done a lot of drugs, but you never seem to encounter this phenomenon outside the hood-rats/homeless population...
As he comes into focus I can see that he's wearing a polo shirt, jean shorts, dirty reeboks and white tube socks with those '80s era stripes. He looks severely dehydrated in the face, unconsciously moving his lips in exotic expression, he walks quickly toward me, glances over his shoulder and turns and looks rights at me, "Hey whatchyou lookin for, I got it! I got it"....I say, "Whatta you got, hard?".....
"Yeah baby, that's what I just told you, right here! Let's go!"....
As he's talking he spits four bagged up rocks into his hand and shows me and then immediately puts them back in his mouth and keeps walking right past me...
"C'mon C'mon"...
I follow him back the way I came heading back to the main road...He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few dollars in quarters and assorted other change and immediately puts it back in his pocket...again!
"I'm goin to get a drink right now, whatchyou needed?", he says to me as we walk up the street....I say, "You do 2 for 30?"...He says,
"Nah, I need straight 20...20, you'll see...when you hit that, you'll be back at me!....You seen where I was walkin? There's a big brown house right there on the left, I'm on the 4th floor in D....Come see me for real!".....
Even though I know it's not worth 20, it's enough for my shot, so I hand him the 20 and boom! I got half of what I need for the time being.
I walk back up the street away from the main road, the way I was originally walking....A few menacing cars rattling with bass and tinted windows that half-reveal eyes sizing me up drive past....
A blond girl who actually looks halfway decent at first glance is sitting on stoop on the opposite side of the road....
Second glance reveals that she has a black eye and her face is kinda sucked up....
Third glance reveals she's pregnant....
As I keep walking I hear the distinctive beat of Latino rap music, I think it's called "Reggae-ton" or something like that....
The basic beat is always the same....
I like American hip-hop better...I get closer to the sound of the music and then I reach the driveway where it's coming from....There's three Hispanic kids, in their late teens, early twenties....They're working on big 7 series BMW....they have it jacked up and the hoods popped....
I know right away they have dope!....They're wearing clean, new clothes and sneakers...they have gold around their necks, diamond earrings...tattoos, definitely affiliated with some gang, which one I have no clue, don't care either.....
Of all the gangsters I've bought drugs from over the years, 80% of the time I couldn't tell you which gang they're even in, they almost never come out and even mention it....
Gets to the point sometimes, they'll invite you in the house when they're drunk, stacks of money, big pile of powder and a gun on the table...little kids playing in the next room.
I just act like it's perfectly normal at this point...
But when you hear of people getting shot in the hood, it's usually these exact types either getting shot or doing the shooting....
They go out on a Friday, bump into some other gangster, beef starts and someone ends up dead within a couple of weeks....
Once everyone knows about the beef, neither side can back down...
It sucks...It's pointless....
Anyway, I know these guys have what I need, but approaching them is a delicate thing...
They're clearly already making money, and getting them to take a chance and deal to a total stranger isn't gonna be easy...
Most dealers and customers start off as complete strangers, but it's usually through an introduction that they meet, but IMO, you're just as likely to get set up through an intro as you are through meeting someone on the street....
I slow down, look over at them and give them "the nod".......
The one kid that sees me is friendly enough...He nods back smiles and says "Hey what's up dude?"...but then he looks away and keeps talking to the other kids working on the Bimmer....
I was hoping that maybe they'd put 2 and 2 together, figure out that I wanted dope and try to sell me some! I gave the universal nod....they definitely knew what I was up to, but were just playing it like I was just walking, in a good mood and saying "hi" to whoever I encountered on THIS street! ha...
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The crack will definitely be easier than the dope, and at this point that's what I'm looking for...A little bag of rock and a half g of dope...Find a nice spot to do a shot and then worry about getting the rest of the coke and dope later....
I walk down the street. A guy walking quick and weird is coming my way towards me on the he gets the more apparent it becomes that he's not to be trusted. I can see him take something out of his pocket and look down into his hand, then he quickly puts his hand back into his pocket and continues to stride with a purpose! He does this like, three times in a row!....A nervous tic of some sort?
A lot of inner-city drug addicts walk like they're nursing serious physical injuries....like their knees and back are fucked up and they're no longer capable of smooth, inconspicuous motion, like the drugs have literally "kicked their ass"!.....I know a lot of people who have done a lot of drugs, but you never seem to encounter this phenomenon outside the hood-rats/homeless population...
As he comes into focus I can see that he's wearing a polo shirt, jean shorts, dirty reeboks and white tube socks with those '80s era stripes. He looks severely dehydrated in the face, unconsciously moving his lips in exotic expression, he walks quickly toward me, glances over his shoulder and turns and looks rights at me, "Hey whatchyou lookin for, I got it! I got it"....I say, "Whatta you got, hard?".....
"Yeah baby, that's what I just told you, right here! Let's go!"....
As he's talking he spits four bagged up rocks into his hand and shows me and then immediately puts them back in his mouth and keeps walking right past me...
"C'mon C'mon"...
I follow him back the way I came heading back to the main road...He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few dollars in quarters and assorted other change and immediately puts it back in his pocket...again!
"I'm goin to get a drink right now, whatchyou needed?", he says to me as we walk up the street....I say, "You do 2 for 30?"...He says,
"Nah, I need straight 20...20, you'll see...when you hit that, you'll be back at me!....You seen where I was walkin? There's a big brown house right there on the left, I'm on the 4th floor in D....Come see me for real!".....
Even though I know it's not worth 20, it's enough for my shot, so I hand him the 20 and boom! I got half of what I need for the time being.
I walk back up the street away from the main road, the way I was originally walking....A few menacing cars rattling with bass and tinted windows that half-reveal eyes sizing me up drive past....
A blond girl who actually looks halfway decent at first glance is sitting on stoop on the opposite side of the road....
Second glance reveals that she has a black eye and her face is kinda sucked up....
Third glance reveals she's pregnant....
As I keep walking I hear the distinctive beat of Latino rap music, I think it's called "Reggae-ton" or something like that....
The basic beat is always the same....
I like American hip-hop better...I get closer to the sound of the music and then I reach the driveway where it's coming from....There's three Hispanic kids, in their late teens, early twenties....They're working on big 7 series BMW....they have it jacked up and the hoods popped....
I know right away they have dope!....They're wearing clean, new clothes and sneakers...they have gold around their necks, diamond earrings...tattoos, definitely affiliated with some gang, which one I have no clue, don't care either.....
Of all the gangsters I've bought drugs from over the years, 80% of the time I couldn't tell you which gang they're even in, they almost never come out and even mention it....
Gets to the point sometimes, they'll invite you in the house when they're drunk, stacks of money, big pile of powder and a gun on the table...little kids playing in the next room.
I just act like it's perfectly normal at this point...
But when you hear of people getting shot in the hood, it's usually these exact types either getting shot or doing the shooting....
They go out on a Friday, bump into some other gangster, beef starts and someone ends up dead within a couple of weeks....
Once everyone knows about the beef, neither side can back down...
It sucks...It's pointless....
Anyway, I know these guys have what I need, but approaching them is a delicate thing...
They're clearly already making money, and getting them to take a chance and deal to a total stranger isn't gonna be easy...
Most dealers and customers start off as complete strangers, but it's usually through an introduction that they meet, but IMO, you're just as likely to get set up through an intro as you are through meeting someone on the street....
I slow down, look over at them and give them "the nod".......
The one kid that sees me is friendly enough...He nods back smiles and says "Hey what's up dude?"...but then he looks away and keeps talking to the other kids working on the Bimmer....
I was hoping that maybe they'd put 2 and 2 together, figure out that I wanted dope and try to sell me some! I gave the universal nod....they definitely knew what I was up to, but were just playing it like I was just walking, in a good mood and saying "hi" to whoever I encountered on THIS street! ha...
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