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Has anyone ever sold u fake drugs? ..what did u do?

Someone was once dumb enough to front me absolute shit coke and then had the nerve to ask for the cash. I told him to get fucked and that if he wanted to get his money he was going to have to earn it. I also told him that if he came around my place that he would be lucky if all i did was deck him. That was the last i heard of the little wigger :D
 
About four years ago I had gotten into shooting crack, and me and a fellow patient at an outpatient rehab, decided to cop some and get high. I took him down to Washington square park (I had copped here prior, shady fucking place), and entered the park, and began enquiring as to where we would be able to purchase some rock. A tall Rastafarian told me that he had me covered, and to meet him back by the entrance of the park. As me and my friend walked I told him to wait for me across the street by a bodega, so he split off, leaving me back at the park entrance. As I waited their some crazy man started screaming at me, making noise about how I was a crackhead. I tried to ignore it.

So after about five minutes, I see the Rastafarian riding his bicycle towards me. I take out my waded twenty dollar bill, and make the exchange. I looked quickly down and saw what looked like crack, wrapped in a heat sealed plastic Baggie. At the time, I didn't "cheek" my drugs, so I just shoved the crack into my pocket and hurried towards my friend. As I reached the corner and was about 20 feet from him, I experienced a strange sense of impending doom, and I said, "I have a bad feeling about all this."

And right as those words left my mouth, five police officers rushed me against a wall, and yanked my hands behind my back. They were screaming "where is it!? WHERE ARE THE DRUGS!!" I didn't have any fight in me, so I told them it was in my right pocket. They reached in and grabbed the little baggie, and started taking down my information. I also saw another cop handcuffing the Rastafarian further up the block.

As I was brought in handcuffs towards the car, the head pig smiled, and dangled the Baggie in the air, and said, "all this, and you were ripped off, this is soap." for some reason I decided to take a chance, and I said, "well look, since it's not really crack, can't you just let me go, and consider all this a misunderstanding?". That obviously didn't work, and I was pushed into the back of a squad car, forced to sit next to the Rastafarian dude who had just ripped me off. He leaned over and whispered to me "listen man, you caught a break, cause I swear that shit is real!" I just closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep.

In the end, the case got dismissed, so in a way, it was actually a blessing that the crack turned out to be fake.
 
^lol my dad use to sell soap as crack to people, pretty fucked up shit to be honest. Like I said before, at least your case got dismissed. Even though the cops were dicks and should of just let you go. For all they know you were really just buying soap. Who said you wanted to buy crack? Ya know what I mean?
 
I bought 300 dollars worth of dry wall once, and I didn't get that much lol

It was suppose to be heroin, and he was a good dealer, but then decided to rip everyone off randomly. He must of been leaving town or something.

I would say my group of junkie friends combined probably lost about a grand to him in a period of 2 days. Junkies being junkies, we would dismiss that the other person was lying to keep the good dope to themselves, and didn't believe this dealer with a fantastic track record would do this to us. We were warned on the way up to not go to him, and did it anyways. Luckily we still had some money to get a gram from our other dealer that we should of went to, but didn't because Mr. Drywall was quicker to deliver and had slightly better dope. My friend she cried and called the guys nephew who ripped us off who was who we got our other dope off of and lied and said she shot up the dry wall and is in pain, so we could get a discount for his shady uncle.

The nephew was higher rank or something then the uncle, so we thought he would compensate us, and he did but by a couple of 10 dollar bags for free on top of the g we got.
 
PiLLcrazZzeD said:
Ughhh.. I'm so mad, my friend picked up some pills for me and they turned out to be FAKE!! I can't believe how fucking scummy people can be. Now my friend and his boys are gonna beat up this kid since they know where he lives.
Has this happened to anyone? and what did you do? Share your stories.
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Wow this is old, but r u sure your buddies didn't keep the REAL stuff for themselves, and pass some fakes onto u that they supposedly got from the "dealer"?
 
mareseatoats said:
Wow this is old, but r u sure your buddies didn't keep the REAL stuff for themselves, and pass some fakes onto u that they supposedly got from the "dealer"?
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Yeah, that's what I'm wondering....my old "acquaintance" did this shit to me. Then blamed it on the dealer and I was like uh huh sure...that was the last straw. I couldn't stand her anymore and never hungout with her ever again, just recently deleted her off facebook as well. She got me into so much shit though, breaking and entering (I didn't even know, long long story). That was the only fake shit I ever was sold though.
 
Delighted said:
that's the reason why one should buy from one and the same vendor whom he trusts...
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I absolutely agree. I have one guy I go to, and he takes great care of me - especially surprising since I'm definitely not a high roller. (He got popped last week and is still in jail, putting me on a forced hiatus....not a bad thing at all right now.)
 
Someone once tried to sell me Allegra in lieu of Concerta. I calmly said these aren't Concerta, and a few days later got my pills. Helped me through finals well. While I was in rehab, I tried to trade my vitamin B tablets for stims, claiming I was rx'd phenobarbital. I never did make a trade, close though. I did give a kid Thorazine per his request though. In rehab you do whatever.
 
When i was with my ex partner and we were using we went to score some heroin one day and had been stood around waitying for some time unusually,anyway some lad weve never seen before offered my ex heroin as he had just started and rather than listen to me and stick to who we knew he paid the lad £40 for apparantly heroin.We goes home only to find it was in fact brick dust,there wasnt anything we could do but go back anmd this time wait for the usual dealer and had to spend what bit of money we had left on gear so we wouldnt be rough oh my god i was so pissed off that day.
 
how do people start using heroin - its like one of the most addictive side effect having drugs from withdrawls ever - i mean even the stuff they give people to get off heroin is like extremely bad for you (methadone)
 
Its different for each person how you can get started on heroin but me personally was due to my partner using whilst i was there i just thought id try it to see what the fuss was all about?one day easily turns to two then three then your hooked,its the worst feeling ever rattling for heroin it makes you feel like you are death warmed up,I must admit i enjoyed how it made me feel,i had energy for once i felt dead normal and happy and relaxed which i didnt normally so thats probably why i stayed on it for 3years.Im clean now although i do have to take Subetex(which is same as methadone but pills)every day and when the time right you reduce the dose bit by bit,i suppose methadone and subetex has its dangers with overdosing etc but with heroin you really never know what sort of shit its been mixed with could cost you youer life even?pamela
rocknroll702 said:
how do people start using heroin - its like one of the most addictive side effect having drugs from withdrawls ever - i mean even the stuff they give people to get off heroin is like extremely bad for you (methadone)
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When I was a nieave 16year old lad I went to Amsterdam with some mates.
A bloke stopped me in the street and asked did I want to buy some hash so I said of course I do.
We went down an alley and I gave him the cash and he gave me some paper which I could feel something inside.
We went our seperate ways and when I felt it was safe I opened up the paper to find a cigarette butt inside it.
Boy was I pissed off and of course the guy was long gone. Never made that mistake again.
 
Only once when I was in middle school. I had only previously bought shwag once before and was trying to buy some more weed, and some kid, who I'm not quite sure meant to rip me off, end up selling me some sort of dried spice. He was a decent friend so I think his brother who he got it from ended up ripping me off. My friend didn't smoke weed, so he wouldn't have known any better if that was actually the situation.

Never have been sold fake drugs other than that situation though. After I first started smoking weed for the first couple of times (13 years old) I was floating around on HR web forums and erowid, so I started to get pretty street smart at a young age. I knew what I was talking about to dealers, and would never front unless I really trusted the guy (and only for small amounts), so never ran into trouble. I have been sold some weak ass/cut e pills before, but only twice. Once was some MDMA with meth (wasn't that upset, had a good time), and the last time I bought actually pills atleast two of the three were primarily piperazines, with the other one actually having some sort of MDXX compound in it with a stim. Never bought rolls again. Molly is so available where I was/who I dealt with, so I never had that trouble again.

I bought some DOx blotters off a friend, who bought it as LSD at a festival, but I knew that they were DOx and purposely bought them for that reason.

I bought some LSD blotters that were FIRE which was suspected as being an LSD analog (couldn't have been a DOx imo with the ability to dose small and large amount of blotters with out jumping into dangerous territory). The whole LSD analog idea was discussed last year in PD pretty extensively if anyone is interested. http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/threads/549161-The-Big-amp-Dandy-Non-LSD-Ergoloids-Blotter-Thread Seems all the threads discussing this topic got merged together.

I personally don't know how I could be tricked into buying fake drugs other than that first experience in middle school. Maybe I could have when I first bought ketamine at a festival or I guess pretty much any powder drug at a festival, but I rarely do this. I prefer to go through someone I trust (I guess they are the ones who run a risk at getting screwed, but if you buy in bulk you most likely are given a chance to get a taster)
 
^that reminds me of this rediculous friend I had in middle school. He sold tea as weed to some younger kids, and then ended up smoking it with them, and he swore he got stoned.
 
I realized pretty quickly that it didn't do a damn thing, so using my reasoning skills, I quickly decided that this wasn't weed. I did try and roll like two or three joints with it (shitty joints mind you, but joints no less), and felt not a damn thing. Was pissed because I saved up my lunch money and the little allowance I got to buy it. Luckily not to long after that I found someone who'd atleast sell "beasters"/"high mids", or the occasional "headies", never brick. Was the guy who also got my first 1/4 of mushrooms as well. Man they were fire, took an 1/8th the first time and that trip still lives on with me to this day.
 
When we were first getting into the dope scene, we got sold garlic salt or some sort of seasoning salt... It was obvious once we got it out of the bag. We just laughed about it because it was so late and we just wanted to go to sleep anyway.

We wouldn't fall for anything like that again, but uh... if it were to happen to us now, yeah, I'm not sure we'd laugh about it and go to bed. We'd be getting our money back one way or another.
 
Damn, garlic salt. Good thing you didn't shoot it.

When I was living in a halfway house in DC, this guy in the ghetto sold me a bag of what looked like heroin. I went into the bathroom and shot it up...nothing. So then I started thinking (or hoping rather) that it was heroin freebase, so I proceeded to add some vitamin C into the mix and slam that... Of course it wasn't freebase, so I ended up injecting some unknown brown mystery powder plus vitamin C.
 
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