Has anyone had a deal go horribly wrong/dangerous/sketchy/violent?

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Where did all these gun nasties come from???

Innit. Never even heard of somebody seeing a gun in the UK.

The closest I can come is getting bumped out of a fiver of tac when I was about 16. They told me to wait in an alley on a rough estate, walked through, and never came back.

The second time involved a baldy midget outside a head shop in Newcastle. He was a brilliant con artist; came over quite casually, joking on as we looked at the pipes in the window, asking if we smoked weed, building rapport. Then came the banter about how he was meant to be meeting some lads to sell a twenty bag of weed but they hadn't arrived. We hadn't even seen weed at this point (it as still relatively rare compared to tac in the early 2000's).

He asked if we wanted it, we said yes. He took my mate down an alley out the way, let him smell how genuine it was (assuming he had a real bag), then sold it for twenty quid. We opened it, had a look and it was just a bundle of random leaves off a tree. Well and truly bumped. I've met two other people who were had exactly the same way in the same place by this cunt. They also received an expensive bag of leaves!

Yes, I got bumped off a baldy midget.

 

[consumer]

Yes, I got bummed off a baldy midget.

So does FUBAR but he does it on the reg

 

[consumer]

I burnt my lips on a cup of coffee while my dealer was weighing up an 8 ball and a ten strip

Thinking back now he might have been trying to hurt me on purpose. Or perhaps he really didn't have any fresh milk

At least you had a local anesthetic at hand

 

[mister]

Closest to scary was about 20 years ago when I went to buy pills from people I didn't know in Kings Cross. Went to a house, alone, with a lot of cash. The house was bare apart from 2 milk crates either side of a coffee table with a pistol on it. Two seedy looking blokes were seated on the milk crates, one stood by the door and two blokes stood by me. I was shitting myself but tried to act like I wasn't bothered but Im sure they could smell the fear

I was told the pills were on the way which made me even more nervous as I expected to get the pills and be on my way.

30 minutes past and in walks a huge English bloke from London, dressed in expensive clothing looking quite gangster. He hands me a bag of pills and leaves. I get escorted to a cab and driven back with one of the seedy looking blokes, half way to my destination the seedy bloke takes a call then tells me Id been given 5 too many pills and we would have to go back, I just gave him 5 pills.

Id taken one in the cab and was getting pretty fucked and just wanted to get home. When home I couldn't find the pills anywhere, my mate came around a few hours later and when I answered the door the bag of pills were on the front step.

Looking back I think I was scammed out of 5 pills but at the time I just wanted to get the fuck away from them

Im very glad guns are not as prevalent in Aus

 

[Bearlove]

I think I've only really been bumped the once - when I was a teenager I bought a 'wrap of speed' legged it after getting it as the place was really sketchy. Opened it and it was talk Freshened my balls up but really was not what I wanted :D

Stupidest - bought a 'gram' of MDMA of my mate after clubbing (we were both really fucked) - he was selling at club prices and I really didn't mind. Got home and thought I would rack a few lines up - it was about 100mg (he also sold in doses). The following week I told him about it and we both just laughed (we were again really fucked) - I never did get the missing 900mg.

Scariest - had a knife pulled on me buying a oz of speed (I was driving at the time) but the guy flipped the fuck out and said I was a cop. He proceeded to take me to his house, introduce me to his wife, get my speed and 'make' me take a line in front of him.

I've seen a few stabbings and serious beatings over drug deals, non payment etc
*snip* - better to not incriminate myself :D

 

[growit&smokeit]

Never had violence buying drugs just been ripped off when I was young and didn't have contacts and tried buying off the streets. Bought balsa wood instead of hash and spinach instead of weed, both times pissed up with mates.

 

[Doxy]

Rio. Bent coppers. g1blanco, Breitling watch , good fake, need i say more. Exit strategy .

 

[swedger77]

I was went on a drug deal with a massive cunt who id just met at a party.

In the taxi on the way to the dealers flat he calls the dealer and announced that he's with an off duty copper, but not to worry as Im sound.

Needless to say when we went to the dealer doors the guy was going fucking nuts and questioning me about being a copper. the big dude I was with just found this fucking hysterical.....watching me shit myself and convince the dealer Im just a regular dude!

Anyway.....once Id convinced the dealer I was ok (the dealer was like Begbie from Trainspotting....proper aggro)..........................we went into the flat where the big dude takes his back-pack off and proceed to empty out an arsenal of weapons which he was selling!

I ve never seen anything like it.

 

[Shambles]

Couple of posts have been removed for apparently crossing the line into self-incrimination. Please bear in mind that discussion of any current illegal activities can cause you all sorts of problems.

Innit. Never even heard of somebody seeing a gun in the UK.

It happens. Nothing like as much as in the US but it does happen. Only once to me thankfully - and that was quite enough for me.

Many years ago during my junkie years, I had a close friend who became a fairly big dealer in a fairly small town. He and a few dozen others had recently been put away for conspiracy. I was charged but there was no real evidence so I only copped a small fine for possession.

Anyway, not long after all the raids myself and a couple friends went down to check out the place this friend of mine was staying at when the doors went through. Slow day half hoping to find summat nice plod had overlooked. Never happens but always worth a look. Especially as this time we found a half oz of brown stuffed into a split beer can under the floor. Sweeeeeeeeet!!!

So the three of us had ourselves a bit of a party and thought no more of it. Fast forward a couple months and there's a knock on the door. Open it to find two very expensively-suited and booted black fellas getting out of a top of the range BMW. They both sported strong Jamaican accents and, as made immediately clear, handguns tucked into their waistbands.

Turns out this mate of mine still owed his suppliers who happened to be one of the more prominent Brummie gangs notorious for shootings and extended torture sessions.

We ended up making the one that stayed with us a nice cuppa tea and had a pleasant enough chat over tea and spliffs whilst the other guy went off with a shadier friend of ours to do fuck knows what. He never would tell us but when they returned the debt was cleared and our combined sphincters could finally relax.

An uneventful story in the end but I've rarely been as scared as when armed Yardies came a-knocking...

 

[consumer]

A mate of mine had a similar experience to yours Shambles.

Many years ago his brother died in an accident and while clearing his brothers stuff out he found a very significant amount of compressed Thai weed and an equally significant amount of cash.

He took this and brought it back up the coast and began shifting the weed. We are talking more weed than most people have ever seen.

Anyway about a month later he got a knock at the door and a large gentleman informed him that his brother had got said weed on credit and owed some rather big players, a couple very well known to most Australians (one now dead, the other in gaol and never getting out) a lot of money and payment was required. The man had a couple of mates standing in the driveway and made it clear that they were all armed and my friend had one day to get the cash together. This was of course impossible.

A phone call to another of our friends ( while the gentleman was still at the door ) whose father was also a big player but not well known resulted in a call to his dad then five minutes later the gentleman at the door got a call to his mobile phone ( this was in the very early days of mobiles, these kind of guys would never use phones anymore ) and he appologised and left.

Later my friend was contacted in a more friendly way and a much more reasonable amount of money was asked for with an extended time frame to pay it. It was fucking heavy shit. It turns out my friends dad was owed a big favour and called it in and that probably saved my mates life.

The drug world can be a very scary and dark place indeed.

 

[Arnold]

I once walked around outside Brixton tube station when I got accosted by some street dealer asking me if I wanted drugs as at that time you would easily be able to tell that I was using mentally enlarging substances quite regularly.... Everybody else could that bar me, me no never if ya get my drift.

So me straight away thinking he's got disco biscuits for sale I said yes and followed him in to a phone cabin. Yeah even in those days cameras were watching those places. So not dangerous I thought.
I was young and naive then as I was only 20 years old. So I get in the phonebooth with the dude and he says I've got a rock of crack 20£!

There was me going 'oh fuck sake should have known it...' so i straight away tell the dude to fuck off who unfortunately took offence to that remark
and shouted back at me 'give me the fucking 20£ you cunt you wanted drugs here's some take it or .....!'

There's me going 'oh fucking hell here we go' so my wit jumps in and quickly shouts even louder back as I know the place is watched by cameras and the police are only seconds away in that place at that time I shouted even louder back 'touch me and I'll kick your fucking head in' and he let got of my arm and let me out of the phone box pronto.

That's about as dangerous as it ever got for me with a 'drug deal' which ain't that dangerous but I still remember that incident even after nearly 20 years.