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Trippingballz

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So I was just thinking the other day, that for all the times I have ever bought weed in my existence only ONE time ever did I get jacked. And I think that isn't bad.

But I figure I would post up my one time of getting Jacked story, and maybe you have your own to tell.

SO

I was in Hawaii. I have had pretty good luck scoring herb out there for vacations the times I have tried usually. About 3.

So this one time I am walking down the street. I get away from my fam while they shop and decide I need to find a hook up for my wonderful trip. Some hawaiian dude is riding a bike by me and says under his breath, "chronic chronic chronic". I immediately was like hey dude whats up? you got some? Hawaiian guy is like "yea for sure my one friend has some ill get you a eighth". SO I am pretty happy that im gonna get some kind. So we go behind some store in a parking lot, and hawaiian dude has some friend come bike up to us. He gives me this story that we gotta give him the money, hes gonna go get it, and then bring it back while I wait with the other guy. I agree and give him $60. Now after I gave money to the guy, he does this move where he turns his back to me and then pretends like I only gave him $40. Now, this is where I should of backed out and realized I was getting fucked. He Guy is all like you only gave me 40. Instead of making a big deal though, I gave him another 20. Guy takes off on the bike while I am waiting with original dude. Now, this dude gives me his phone number and is like, "hey I will be right back". So now I am really freaking out in my head, so I was like, "dude what the fuck where you going?" and he was like 'i am going to find that guy". So he takes off, and now I am all alone in this parking lot getting a headache. So original dude comes back 5 minutes later, and is all like "Oh man im sorry dude, that guy just took your money and left, he's a tweeker and I tried chasing him down but he took off, fucking tweaker man". I was soooooooooo fucking pissed off, I was just trying not to punch this guy in the face. I just kept telling the fool, "No fuck that thats bullshit, bullshit, bullshit". To add insult to injury, guy asks if I want to toke up with him, that he had some and would blaze me out, like what the fuck, you really think you and that other fool don't know each other, and are going to meet up later on and split the cash. So yea, I was straight up jacked by some Hawaiaan locals, and all I have to say is KARMA. Fuck those fools hard, I am sure it came back and bit them in the ass, some way or form. But yea, I guess i shouldn't of been so gullible at the time, but I was more Jonesing at the time and thought I was getting hooked up.

Only once ever. And last I hope
 
NEVER front cash.

I've never been jacked, but I knew people in highschool who did and in some cases all that happened was they lost their money and learned a lesson.

This one kid I knew about went to cop, some guy convinced him to front cash probably saying stuff like, "Gimmie the cash I'll be back in 5 mins!" then left and went into a house/den.

Then the guy who handed over his cash went into the house/den to get his product and started a fight.

He lost his cash, got the shit beat out of him, and didn't get what he went to that area to get. He's lucky he didn't have worse happen to him as this was a bad area.

Is there lots of crime in Hawaii? A friend of mine and his traveling companion were mugged/beat up there by some random guys.
 
Sucks to hear. Funnily enough my mate went through the exact same shit while visiting hawaii last year.

Ive only ever been done once. Handed over $200 expecting to get a half ounce back, but recieved 2 grams instead. And actually, the same muthafucka that did this to me had a part in ripping off my plant's years later aswell.
 
When I was very new in college, a group of about a dozen friends and I decided to dress up in strange clothing and eat out. It became like a contest to see who could look the most bizarre.
It was fun to be weird, and especially with such a large group of us.
We had a great time at dinner.

Then the idea of getting some weed came up, but only one guy agreed with me that it sounded good.
So the two of us went in his truck to the area where we might buy some on the street.
It was a pretty dangerous area - Berkeley, near People's Park - but I didn't tend to worry much, and especially not with my friend, who was a very large guy.
We parked and walked around, and found a guy who knew where we could get some. He asked us to drive him there, but my friend's truck only had 2 seats. So it was decided that I would wait there, alone, outside.
As my friend walked away, he mentioned that he only had $20. So I gave him $40 more.
It was nighttime, and I was wearing a gorilla suit and a tu-tu on top of it.
My friend drove away, and I was
Alone.
The people who walked past stared at me.
It began to rain.
I was cold, and had to walk back and forth under a store's awning in order to stay dry but warm up a bit.
Nearly every person I saw was crazy, homeless, addicted to something like crack, or all of the above.
The few yuppies and college students who passed by looked very nervous.
I knew I needed camouflage.
I therefore decided to pretend that I was also crazy, and began talking to myself.
After a first, forced moment, it became easier, and almost even natural.
I was soon singing Beatles songs to myself, and pointing to various nearby streetlights and stop signs, encouraging them to join in.
30 minutes later, my friend still hadn't returned. I was onto Jimi Hendrix, with some air guitar.
60 minutes later, my friend still hadn't returned. Led Zeppelin, with wild dancing.
75 minutes later, my friend pulled up in his truck, looking apologetic and frustrated.
He told me that the guy went into various places, coming out and saying he had failed, but he knew another place...
Finally, he had failed to come out again.
We drove back to my place. I took some resin hits and went to bed. :|
 
I've lost countless 100s fronting money. Its not that i dont learn the lesion its just hard to believe you cant trust your friends. The only ones to ever beat me were my friends, i never fronted to sketchy people on the street. Do not give anyone YOUR money they dont care about it and wont make the best decisions with it. Its not that my friends robbed me they just put my money in the position to get stolen because it wasnt theirs so their guard wasnt up basically.
 
^ thats more getting ripped off than jacked..

Never had any trouble with weed, only bought 'open air' style a handful of times, newquays a pretty friendly place though. Oh and I never front money. ever. Ever since someone who we thought was a good friend ran off with 40 pound..

Been jacked for pills before, met a friends sketchy dealer he barely knows. Guy pulls a knife and makes himself 15 pound. -.-

The things people will do for such small amounts of money. I Wasn't too pissed either time, couldn't help but think about how much better off I am where losing a bit of money is no problem. But these guys have to do crazy shit like that for that same money... Fuck em they'll screw someone much much harder than me over one day..
 
First bag of pot I ever bought was not pot, but oregano. I was very young and naive, but luckily wasn't dumb enough to smoke it.
 
I got robbed one time trying to buy some weed, but it was back when I was in highschool and not as street smart as I am now. I was downtown near bathurst and queen, and these three guys asked if they could bum a couple cigs of me. I was like sure, started talking to them and eventually I agreed to buy 2 dime bags off them. I refused to give them any money until they showed me the weed. Well, turns out they didn't have any weed. I really honestly should have known something was up from the beginning just by the way they seemed, but I was really naive about a lot of things back then. Anyways, they busted my headphones, threw me down, beat and robbed me. I tried to hold on to my money in a tight fist in my pocket hoping someone would come help before they eventually got it. I had over $100 on me which they took. It was SO fucking embarrassing having to get up and walk away because there were people looking at me, and my pocket was ripped and there were marks on my face.
 
Wow I have pretty much been in your exact situation and it fucking STINGS lol.
 
Jackie chan that sucks man. And SlimVictor, thats a pretty sad story; especially with the "we just took resin hits and wen to bed" part.

I pitched with 4 other kids when i was like ~14 years old, on an eighth, so it was only ten bucks a piece, and we never got jack shit. But then again all i lost was 10 bucks and it never happened again
 
slimvictor said:
When I was very new in college, a group of about a dozen friends and I decided to dress up in strange clothing and eat out. It became like a contest to see who could look the most bizarre.
It was fun to be weird, and especially with such a large group of us.
We had a great time at dinner.

Then the idea of getting some weed came up, but only one guy agreed with me that it sounded good.
So the two of us went in his truck to the area where we might buy some on the street.
It was a pretty dangerous area - Berkeley, near People's Park - but I didn't tend to worry much, and especially not with my friend, who was a very large guy.
We parked and walked around, and found a guy who knew where we could get some. He asked us to drive him there, but my friend's truck only had 2 seats. So it was decided that I would wait there, alone, outside.
As my friend walked away, he mentioned that he only had $20. So I gave him $40 more.
It was nighttime, and I was wearing a gorilla suit and a tu-tu on top of it.
My friend drove away, and I was
Alone.
The people who walked past stared at me.
It began to rain.
I was cold, and had to walk back and forth under a store's awning in order to stay dry but warm up a bit.
Nearly every person I saw was crazy, homeless, addicted to something like crack, or all of the above.
The few yuppies and college students who passed by looked very nervous.
I knew I needed camouflage.
I therefore decided to pretend that I was also crazy, and began talking to myself.
After a first, forced moment, it became easier, and almost even natural.
I was soon singing Beatles songs to myself, and pointing to various nearby streetlights and stop signs, encouraging them to join in.
30 minutes later, my friend still hadn't returned. I was onto Jimi Hendrix, with some air guitar.
60 minutes later, my friend still hadn't returned. Led Zeppelin, with wild dancing.
75 minutes later, my friend pulled up in his truck, looking apologetic and frustrated.
He told me that the guy went into various places, coming out and saying he had failed, but he knew another place...
Finally, he had failed to come out again.
We drove back to my place. I took some resin hits and went to bed. :|
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That's a great story. I'm impressed that you were able to keep up the singing and stuff for so long, bravo sir.

I've been jacked plenty of times, but never for weed, I've had good luck with weed I guess. But heroin's a different story, I've literally never bought heroin without being ripped off (shorted, overcharged, usually both) or jacked (dude usually has just taken the money and peaced out but once I was straight up robbed). I've learned to never front money ever, I would only front money to my best friends and family. Some guys though, they know how to talk people out of their money and seem to be able to magically get people to front money. I've learned to actually never do it, but let's just say that I learned that I should never front anyone money probably 2 or 3 years before I stopped fronting anyone money. An abundance of hustlers and low availability of heroin= being jacked becoming commonplace. I've never had problems with being jacked except with heroin.
 
a friend of mine who was on his way to may place, who is also a boxer was jacked in a small park by some bloke with a knife, he knocked him out and had to call him an ambulance because he was swallowing his tounge and could have died
 
Never lost anything in a front, but I've been robbed blind a few times. Only once to force, the rest were behind my back. Never front to someone you don't trust fully to pay back - but I think that falls under common sense :)


I've had pigs steal my plant plenty of times though, if that counts.
 
some <you know better Arob - Chainer > in hawaii sold me some fake weed. 60 bucks worth of some plant.

edit: kauai to be exact
and i was able to score that same day, telling my tale of woe to some locals
 
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I know i totally thought it was as chill as it is in my home town and didn't even think it was possible to get ripped off like that. Like it did not cross my mind, but i learned my lesson and that was the only time i have ever been jacked like that.
 
theres nothing worse than losing money and not gettin product. sucks
 
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