hahhahaha. I can tell you a story if you want one...
I was out there visiting my uncle who lives in the marina (couldn't be any more different than the TL)
I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 4yrs so I was pretty pissed. I was also getting sick, so, fuck it. Time to cop. I knew I would be okay. I was driving his Miata (hah, my uncle isn't gay, but I am. Gay guy in SF in a Miata, awesome)
So, I parked the Miata outside a nice hotel outside of the TL. I approached a woman on a particular corner and offered her $5 for her to show me the right 'section' She said I was in the crack spot but told me to go to a particular area and that was the 'dope/pill spot' I went there, approached a large group of black men and just stood there, looking at them. I saw a man buy crack from one of them so I was certain they weren't UC's and I was doing not-a-thing-wrong by standing there. They bum rushed me throwing out various drug names. I initially said 'chiva/tar?' and the sketchiest out of the group approached me and it was clear he was spun on meth so I walked away.
The nicest looking guy said, "I can tell you're really green at this (new to this). You aren't down here for tar. What do you really want kid?"
"Pills. Morphine. Oxy? Fentanyl?"
"I can get morphine for ___ and roxi for ___, what do you want?"
I told him what I wanted and he told me to wait around the corner. He said it would take him 20minutes. Stay around the corner, don't leave, and don't come looking for him. It will be 20 minutes.
It was 20 minutes. He came back with what I asked for. He gave me his number (i had left my cell phone in the car - I had read that was wise to do if you got jacked - your phone wasn't also stolen. The car keys were in my shoe along with my license)
**mods, I hope you don't think I'm providing a 'how to' Im trying to leave out a lot of the 'important' info as well as any names**
I got back to my phone and had a bunch of missed calls from a few numbers. I ended up ditching that guy and then bought pills from a nice old white man who lived in the mission. He was a nice guy. Always answered, was always holdin, and and had the cheapest drug prices I have EVER ran across.
In the TL, they call gay men they don't know 'playboy' --> you play with boys, but you're cool. You're cool to sell to. So, if anyone is gay... they'll call you playboy if they like you. It's also a good thing to be gay in the TL because they *assume* you have a lot of money, and a lot of other friends who want drugs.. but you were the only one who was ballsy enough to come down to the hood..
When I told the old white man it was my last time coming to visit him he said, "getting clean for school? Do you have court or something?"
I said, "no, no. I have never been arrested. Yea, school is starting. I'm going to get my Masters, ___! But, really, ___, it's because I don't live here..."
"Oh, what suburb do you live in?"
"___, I'm from upstate New York. I have never been to SF before, let alone the TL."
"..............you're crazy. You've never been here, you aren't even from this state... and you came to cop in one of the most violent places in the state. You've got balls kid! Stay safe!"
& I never spoke to him again. ahaha
ohhhh, the TL... you were wild