General Heroin Discussion #18 - v. Stupidity ain't no badge of honor

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I mean, I've had dealers who I got closer with after seeing them for so long, who would say once in a while.. "Maybe you should chill out a bit, man", shit like that.. but they always kept taking my money. Hah.

They know what dependence is, any more than that would be almost cruel. If they'll go out of their way to even say that they're better than most. But they always get a conscience too late. The girl who started selling me pain pills flaked on me for a similar reason, plus I had money to buy her whole stash, haha.
 
In the hood, some families have passed down dealing from generation to generation, its kind of considered the family business...
That's for real. Back in the day, it was the same thing in my neighborhood with respect to gambling. Gambling was a cultural norm and not frowned upon by most people. Hell, I was slinging football parlays by the time I was 13 years old. The elephant in the room were the many families that were destroyed due to the breadwinner losing their life savings playing cards or betting sports in the "social clubs" all around town. As Mr. Scag said, the options were and continue to be limited for many guys coming up in the hood. When I was a kid, if your family didn't have money you were going to work in a factory or going to Vietnam. We were poor and those options did not appeal to me. I barely scraped by but managed to finish high school and was able to take loans out and go to a state college. An education was my ticket out of the hood.
 
I mean, I've had dealers who I got closer with after seeing them for so long, who would say once in a while.. "Maybe you should chill out a bit, man", shit like that.. but they always kept taking my money. Hah.

If I were a dealer and I had an otherwise good customer getting reckless, perhaps in attempt to fund a large habit, and I didn't want that collateral damage to touch me, I'd probably say something like "let me put you on a 2-3 bag per day allowance for a week or two." I'd pay for it all. If it's enough to temper down the lifestyle, perhaps then allowing regular money to start coming back in without as much worry, it would be a good investment. But I'd probably only try it out once on each person.
 
If I were a dealer and I had an otherwise good customer getting reckless, perhaps in attempt to fund a large habit, and I didn't want that collateral damage to touch me, I'd probably say something like "let me put you on a 2-3 bag per day allowance for a week or two." I'd pay for it all. If it's enough to temper down the lifestyle, perhaps then allowing regular money to start coming back in without as much worry, it would be a good investment. But I'd probably only try it out once on each person.

I'd buy those 2-3 bags off you then find another dealer if you were my dealer. lol
 
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Hah yeah. I don't see any junkie actually being like, "Oh thank you Mr. Drug Dealer for looking out for my well being and holding back dope from me.. I'll only use the allotted amounts you give me, I promise."
 
I have some dealers who are like stay loyal you don't need to see anyone else.....I'm just like yeah I'll do that....unless someone else has better shit


I passed the fuck out today for like 4 hours, when I was nodding out sitting up I kept waking myself up because my head was hitting against the wall lol I haven't been that high in a very very long time
 
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Years ago I became really good friends with a dealer.

We would chill and watch movies. I would take his kids to school. His mom loved me and cooked me chicken, rice and beans almost everyday. He would even help me out when I was sick. One day he told me I was his best friend and he was cutting me off. I went off on him and left never to return again. I saw him a year later and asked if he was still dealing. He said "Hell no, I couldn't stand watching good people fall apart."

He then gave me a fifty dollar bill and told me to come by and see his mom cause she missed me.

Now he is one of my best friends to this day.
 
It's a complicated issue...Some of them are like parasites. Some of them just happen to be in the position to do it. Its funny, even when they have all that money, they still buy the cheapest food and cleaning products...but wear a bunch of gold, new clothes and shit like that....If I lived in the ghetto, the first thing I would do is move to a nicer area immediately...but I guess if its home, you see it differently...
 
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I would have to agree with you on speak from personal experience. I was clean for five years. I relapsed on a vacation out of the country on tons of Valium and Xanax. I took an insane amount of pills for two weeks. When I got back into the country I had a serious case of the "fuck it's" and went out and got a couple bags. I only did one bag but since I had so many benzos stored up in my system I woke up to my girlfriend screaming and crying hysterically and four paramedics on top of my while I was laying on the ground on my balcony. Long sorry short my girlfriend came out on the balcony and found me face down and blue on top of a table. Lucky for me the paramedics got there quickly and the shot of Narcan brought me right back. Tom, I don't know you and haven't been on BL in a really long time but do yourself a favor and listen to the people that you do "know" in here and don't go to the needle. It's only going to get worse. I started using dope when I was 18 and a freshman in college. I'm 32 now and have been in treatment 11 times and too many detoxes to count. This is not a fun life. Take a mental picture of all the people and things that you love in life and then slowly start erasing them from view. That is where this lifestyle will get you. Friends and family can only watch you slowly kill yourself for so long before they have to so what is best for them and cut you out of thief life completely. If you want to speed up the process put the needle in your arm. Good luck, man.
 
Dealers with a concious are in rare form. Kinda like a shiny Pokemon. My dealers I have right now are the best like that. My main guy for weed/k/coke/heroin Is my cousin and really looks out for me. He doesn't let me fiend out and will cut me off of coke If he thinks I'm doing too much. Hell, he only sells me dope because he thinks I sell it (lol). I haven't actually "sold" sold shit since college. I'm so happy I got away from that.

My pill and other weed/psychadelic dealers are people k consider to be good friends and hve for years.

On a side note I jus grabbed a handful of those heartbreak bags, 20 .5 mg Klonopin, an 8th of some Cookie Monster, And an 8th of purple urkel. So far just 3mg clonazepam, 3 bags, and a fat j of the Cookie Monster has me as one happy camper
 
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There were heartbreaker bags going around in SJ.. they weren't that good though.
I got this dope in a pink bag.. stamped 'scorpion' with a little scorpion on it.. shit is FIRE...
 
I have foxes right now... Best I've had....ever

I just found a bag randomly on my floor, I haven't had the stamp I found for a few weeks either so I don't know how it got there, this is an awesome day
 
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I posted a pic of the heartbreak stamps a few pages backZ they're just bags my guy bags out himself. They're really good actually. I'm in upstate ny though
 
So i scored some cheese is what they call their heroin down here in east texas. Surprisingly i got a half g for a good price and did a .2 insuflated and felt prety damn good actaully. Even threw me a free .25 to show he wants my business then called me later tonight to ask what i thought of it. Good connect has been found but i doubt with it being cheese im gonna fuck with it much.
 
What did you do with it? Is it all crumbly like it's mashed together with pills? It's Texas, so it could be almost anything, as far as unusual forms and types of different H goes...Kinda curious...
 
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