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Horror Stories when Copping off the Street

Yeah, plotting to rape someone is really not cool, regardless of whether they ripped you off. I hope the poster was just kidding.

It was a joke, I assume you are probably older (or a female) and don't understand the humor in what I said. Rape can be funny as long as it's man on man. Somewhat disturbing, but funny none the less...

Oh man you really gotta taste your shit before you wander off with whatever drugs the dealer gave you... you would have known right away it wasn't dope. I'm sorry you experienced that though, I can't imagine expecting heroin and getting cocaine in a line or a shot...

This for sure. Around camden if you can find the higher up guys on the blocks they'll usually be willing to give you a taste. Regardless that's rough expecting dope but getting coke instead. That's why I like dealing with certain people, once I find someone good I never go to anyone else. Even if it's not the best dope, it's still better than taking a spin of the wheel and ending up with shitty dope or coke in your case.

Also I usually stay away from younger guys. Never had good dope or anything good come out of dealing with someone young. They are the wreckless ones who don't care. Older heads usually are on the up and up.
 
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This for sure. Around camden if you can find the higher up guys on the blocks they'll usually be willing to give you a taste. Regardless that's rough expecting dope but getting coke instead. That's why I like dealing with certain people, once I find someone good I never go to anyone else. Even if it's not the best dope, it's still better than taking a spin of the wheel and ending up with shitty dope or coke in your case.

Also I usually stay away from younger guys. Never had good dope or anything good come out of dealing with someone young. They are the wreckless ones who don't care. Older heads usually are on the up and up.

+1 to that shit. Lol.
 
100% agree with younger people being wreckless & not giving a sh*t but the older ones are definitely the ones to deal with.........I found that out back when I was 17 yrs old. Although there are a few young bucks out there that take their business very serious, but thats few & far between.
 
That's interesting... I've never thought too much about younger guys vs. older guys...

The guy I go through now is older, and he's been around the block a few times for sure. This is something that he's been doing his entire life, really. I'm not sure that he's ever worked an "ordinary job."

He's always around when we call, and he always has product. He doesn't tell us to meet him one place only to get there and have him tell us some place different. He's the most on-point dealer I have ever gone through...

The other guys I've gone through are a little younger, and yeah, they can be... not so much reckless, but just very inconsistent. I'll call the guy, and he'll tell me to call him back in a couple of hours. I'll call him back in a couple of hours, and he'll want me to meet him at some spot. I'll get to the spot, and then he'll want me to go somewhere else. I'll go there, and then I'm waiting for him for 15-20 minutes. It's just always a hassle...

And it sucks, too. Because I know one guy who has really good dope, and his bags are fatter, but it's just not worth going through him. It takes too long, and he jerks us around, and I just can't be having that. I'm too old for that kind of nonsense. I need to get in, get out, and get to work. lol I don't have all day to be parking down side-streets and shit.

So, I call up my on-point guy. His dope isn't always the best around, and his bags are definitely not the biggest around, but he'll usually give us a pretty sweet deal, and he never has a problem fronting us whenever we need it. Hell, he'll give us free bags "to try" on occasion.
 
So, I call up my on-point guy. His dope isn't always the best around, and his bags are definitely not the biggest around, but he'll usually give us a pretty sweet deal, and he never has a problem fronting us whenever we need it. Hell, he'll give us free bags "to try" on occasion.
Ive already told you how much of a great dealer you have, but those two things I bolded made me think "The guy with the better shit can fuck off" haha.
 
Ive already told you how much of a great dealer you have, but those two things I bolded made me think "The guy with the better shit can fuck off" haha.

LOL Right?

He's just such a good dude, my dealer. He'll get in your car, chat with you a bit, real chill and he never makes you feel like he's doing you some unbelievable favor and you're so lucky to know him and he's some big-shot. And it's funny because I feel like he's one of the very few out there that can act that way if he wanted to, as he's the one who has been in the game the longest, who has the most contacts, picks up the most weight... he's legit, man, no joke. He sells some of his weight to other dealers if that's any indication of where he's at... know what I mean?

I've had the younger dealer, the one with the better shit, yell at me before and he's done it to others as well. I remember trying to tell him on the phone that I had x number of dollars and I was trying to get x number of bags. I wasn't asking for anything unreasonable, and it was what I've been told he normally charges for that many bags, but I was still new going through him and I wanted to make sure that I didn't screw anything up.

He told me to meet him, and wouldn't give me a "yes" or a "no" over the phone. I met him, got in his car, gave him the money, and he gave me the bags... but I wasn't sure how many bags he gave me and I wasn't sure that I gave him the right money. I asked him, "what's this?" meaning, how many bags is this? And he like, yelled! "IT'S TEN!" or whatever... I was like "Shit, OK!"

It was just such a headache going through him, man.
 
Haven't been on here in a few days but verso that is pretty fcked up. I know dealers like that. How many bags you guys usually get in a bundle? I've had it vary from 10-14 (15 on a good hook up)

I don't see where you made a mistake at all. You just wanted to know how many bags you were getting. If a dealer can't answer than for me right away it's on to the next one....

Also I had one younger guy with the bombest dope I've ever had, but he ended up beating me for $300 (spoken about above) but really his loss, he would have made that money twice over in a weeks time. I'm a very well paying customer, and I always do my dealers right. I also don't beg for fronts, and I'll happily go along with whatever amont of bags I get most of the time as long as it's at least fair.

Like I said though, finding a legit, older, on-point dealer is better than taking the chance trying to find something better sometimes. Plus I usually can feel someone out within 30 seconds of conversation to know if I want to deal with them or not.
 
I went up to a guy in a corner and asked him to take me to a dealer. He was cool and told me we had to go get another dude who actually new the dealer. So, we went to a back street about 10 blocks from there where there were a bunch of 40-something guys eating a stew out of a big pot, which had been cooked right there on a fire they had going on. After the first dude smoked a couple of joints and cheat-chatted with these people the first dude, the second older dude who looked like he was about to pull a 38 on me anytime (although he was alright, I guess but only because he already had alot for himself) and me went back to the corner and in no time I had in my hands the tasties coke I've tried in a long long time. The best (or worst, idk) part of the story is that I think those guys thought I was actually befriending them and actually wanted to stay with me for awhile, which I would have gladly done if it weren't for the fact that if they heard me speaking for longer than 15 seconds they would've realized I was suburban kid who wouldn't have been able to stop them from ass raping by the fire by turns all night.
 
Haven't been on here in a few days but verso that is pretty fcked up. I know dealers like that. How many bags you guys usually get in a bundle? I've had it vary from 10-14 (15 on a good hook up)

I don't see where you made a mistake at all. You just wanted to know how many bags you were getting. If a dealer can't answer than for me right away it's on to the next one....

Also I had one younger guy with the bombest dope I've ever had, but he ended up beating me for $300 (spoken about above) but really his loss, he would have made that money twice over in a weeks time. I'm a very well paying customer, and I always do my dealers right. I also don't beg for fronts, and I'll happily go along with whatever amont of bags I get most of the time as long as it's at least fair.

Like I said though, finding a legit, older, on-point dealer is better than taking the chance trying to find something better sometimes. Plus I usually can feel someone out within 30 seconds of conversation to know if I want to deal with them or not.

The bundles around here are always ten... ten bags per bundle.

But it's always a trade-off, man. Because this old-school dealer I have who has been in the game a while, well, he's a nice guy and the quality of his product is usually really good, but every now and again he gets garbage...

He usually corrects the problem quickly enough, but, just a few days ago the bags he had fell off, and so there were two or three days where we just had to go through someone else. Going through him just wasn't an option because of how piss-poor the quality was...

Now his bags are back on point, but without having a back-up dealer, well, that wouldn't be good. Our back-up dealers are the younger guns, but this newest guy we go see is actually pretty cool. He even called me a couple of hours later to see how I liked the bags.

(shrugs) So, its always a trade-off...
 
This doesn't really count as a "copping off the street" story, but we didn't know the guy and my friend barely knew him either..he was just a connect we needed at the time and a really interesting story. It's really long so bare with me.

Okay..so this one time back in high school during junior year (I'm in college now) me and a couple friends skipped class before lunch started to hang out and we wanted to smoke a couple blunts, but we had no money. My relatively new friend, Daniella, whom I befriended that year decided to bring along a guy she met once, his name was Napoleon, and that he was going to chip in on buying some pot for us so long as we gave him a ride he would smoke us out. This guy right from the beginning was acting really weird and saying some crazy shit in the car, but for some reason I didn't notice since I was in the front passenger seat minding my own business. He told us he needed to go to a near by bank to get out some money since he didn't have any on him. After we parked, my friends started whispering in the car talking shit about him about him being kind of weird, haha. During the car ride we where heading to my friend R's apartment, this guy started talking about how he was once hanging out with a friend of his at a park at night and how a random crack head jumped out of nowhere and stole his friend's necklace right out from his neck. He was all like "YEAH MAN HE JUST SNATCHED IT RIGHT FROM HIM. HE SNATCHED IT. HE SNATCHED IT, BAHAHAHA!!!" Then I forgot how, but we ended interrogating the guy for shits and giggles and he started saying how he could freestyle. He started rapping in the car and yelling and being all freaky and weird, and non of us knew how to react to laugh hysterically. He kept rapping about having a big dick and raping stuff.

We finally got to R's apartment and she told us she knew of a cool spot to go to. It was an apartment complex across the street that was really tall in height, and we had to go in the elevator to get to the very top. We ended up going up to the last floor, sitting in the stairway next to the door leading to the rooftop. After about 2 blunts we were all really fucking high. Like suuuuuper high. I noticed that Napoleon started being really quiet, so did my other friend, A, so she started fucking around with him. Then she told him "Ah, I'm just messing around with you" and she extended her hand to give him a hand shake.. you know to be like if he was cool with it. When he started shaking her hand he zoned out and I mean zoooooned out. He practically latched on to her hand with a tight grip and staring at her down completely zoned out and we all started freaking out. She started tell him to let go of her hand, but he wouldn't listen and kept staring at her with a tight grip. Two of my friends tried to pull him back to let her go and my friend R eventually had to punch him in the chest to make him let go of A. When he snapped out of it he didn't remember anything and we had to explain to him what the hell happened. He just kept repeating that was crazy and he didn't remember doing that. From this point he started being all giggly and then proceeded to go down the flight of stairs. We didn't give a shit because we were already weirded out by him, but then we heard him shouting down stairs and exit through one of the doors. I would say he was about 3 or 4 flights down. We all became quiet (and this is the most fucked up part) and my newish friend, Daniella, whispered to us "You guys I gotta tell you something. I heard from a couple of my other friends saying that the reason he acts out is because his mother told my friend he was possessed by demons or something. He had to be institutionalized because one day he thought he saw a demon head floating around his room and he trashed it completely by throwing around all of his furniture. Don't tell anyone I told you that, but that's what I heard!"

So imagine this...we had just finished smoking some really potent Cali Kush, already paranoid with this guy from what happened earlier, and now this bitch is telling us some fucked up story about him being a basket case. It was like the icing on the cake. Perfect! All I remember is being really freaked out and then all of a sudden I swear to God it was like a scene from a movie. Literally 2 or 3 seconds after she finished her sentence about what happened to him we hear a door slam open from down stairs and we hear yelling. It was Napoleon and he started bolting up the stairs really loudly. We were all like "holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, whatthefuckisgoingon?!?!?!?" and when he finally reached the top he stopped right in front out our faces and screeched at the top of his lungs. We all screamed like we saw a fucking ghost, man like "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" and my friend R punched him in the face. I was scared shitless at this point and just wanted to leave. He saw the horrified looks on our faces and told us he was only joking around and wasn't going to scare us anymore. So we went back down to the parking lot and left him with our friend Daniella to leave home alone while we went back to school. I found out later that he was actually schizophrenic and used to take medication for it. I swear to God, I used to catch myself in the most fucked up situations back then hahahaha. Never again 8).
 
Craziest Copping Stories

So im not sure if this is against the rules, but after reviewing the rules i cant find any reason it would be. So in this thread we share wild tales of crazy things that happn whiile uying drugs. Many of us have to resort to vnturing into areas we wouldnt normally go in hopes of finding the best bag pf our DOC. This isnt a price discussion thread, so please dont talk about what you paid for a specific quantity of drugs. This also isnt a guide on where to buy drugs, so anything more then a city name should be left out of your story. Hopefully this can be a guide to new people on what not to do when copping, and maybe it coupd save someone a lot of greif. Ill start.

So i lived in south florida for a while, and had a hard time finding heroin there. I heard that heroin is abundant in a certain neighborhood in miami, s i hopped on a train and headed there. I got off in the area i wanted to go and was blown away by how lawless it was. Every corner had a crew working it. I started walking and a hooker approached me asking me what i need. I answered andso she took me to a particular housing project where a large black man asked me what i needed. I told him and he handed me what i wanted and i handed him a fresh hundred dollar bill. Everything was good and i started walking out of the project courtyarrd. All of a sudden he stopped me and said this bill is fake man gve me the shit back and go in the hallway. I new if i went in the hallway where no ne coupd see what was happening i would probably be killed so i didnt give him the drugs back, dindnt g into the hallway and started explaining how the bill was real and he should hold t up to the light to check. He handd it to his buddy who was checking while telling me what was gonna happen if it was fake and repeatedly telling me to give him the stuff back. I thought about running but the entrance was blocked by his crew. About 2 minutes go by and im praying, i look to the sex worker who brought me there and she wouldnt even look at me. Finally his boy goes "yeah this is real" and the big guy voes aight get up out of here white boy. I was like thank you so much reflexively, and handed the girl the bag i said i would give her for the hookup and hauled ass out of there. On the way back an old dude asked me what was wrong because i looked like id just seen a ghost and i told him and he was just like you gotta watch out for dem boys or something like that. I dont know what the moral of this story is, but after this incident i always brought 20's instead of hundreds and avoided going into places with no escape route. I look back on this incident and shudder at how close i came t death.

So whats your story. I know people on here have some crazy ones,and they should be entertaining to read.
 
So im not sure if this is against the rules, but after reviewing the rules i cant find any reason it would be. So in this thread we share wild tales of crazy things that happn whiile uying drugs. Many of us have to resort to vnturing into areas we wouldnt normally go in hopes of finding the best bag pf our DOC. This isnt a price discussion thread, so please dont talk about what you paid for a specific quantity of drugs. This also isnt a guide on where to buy drugs, so anything more then a city name should be left out of your story. Hopefully this can be a guide to new people on what not to do when copping, and maybe it coupd save someone a lot of greif. Ill start.

So i lived in south florida for a while, and had a hard time finding heroin there. I heard that heroin is abundant in a certain neighborhood in miami, s i hopped on a train and headed there. I got off in the area i wanted to go and was blown away by how lawless it was. Every corner had a crew working it. I started walking and a hooker approached me asking me what i need. I answered andso she took me to a particular housing project where a large black man asked me what i needed. I told him and he handed me what i wanted and i handed him a fresh hundred dollar bill. Everything was good and i started walking out of the project courtyarrd. All of a sudden he stopped me and said this bill is fake man gve me the shit back and go in the hallway. I new if i went in the hallway where no ne coupd see what was happening i would probably be killed so i didnt give him the drugs back, dindnt g into the hallway and started explaining how the bill was real and he should hold t up to the light to check. He handd it to his buddy who was checking while telling me what was gonna happen if it was fake and repeatedly telling me to give him the stuff back. I thought about running but the entrance was blocked by his crew. About 2 minutes go by and im praying, i look to the sex worker who brought me there and she wouldnt even look at me. Finally his boy goes "yeah this is real" and the big guy voes aight get up out of here white boy. I was like thank you so much reflexively, and handed the girl the bag i said i would give her for the hookup and hauled ass out of there. On the way back an old dude asked me what was wrong because i looked like id just seen a ghost and i told him and he was just like you gotta watch out for dem boys or something like that. I dont know what the moral of this story is, but after this incident i always brought 20's instead of hundreds and avoided going into places with no escape route. I look back on this incident and shudder at how close i came t death.

So whats your story. I know people on here have some crazy ones,and they should be entertaining to read.


Hol-ee shit man. That sounds like something that would happen to me. But that was a good read, thanks for sharing - and Im glad you came out in one piece too. I cant imagine how scared you musta been.

I was in miami one night, flew in, stayed at a cheap ass motel near the airport, and then headed off with my boys (like all 21 at the time) on a cruise the next morning.
None of us were addicted or dependent on anything, but we loved to take anything recreationally when we partied. Obviously we couldn't bring anything on the plane, and really planned on buying some shit in the Caribbean. Glad we didnt, because those were some skeezy mofos.
Anyway, we ate a a Houlihans next to the motel, and on our way out - saw a blk guy smoking a joint in his car in the parking lot. Don't think he worked there. No fucking idea what he was doing. I was the ballsiest of the group, so went and asked what he was smoking and what he had for us. He asked us what we wanted (thinking maybe hed only have some weed), and I was honest and said X, coke, weed. The guy pulled out 4 X pills that I bought (turned out to be pretty good shit), an 1/8th of weed and then he said sit tight on the coke. Dude was back in no shitting 10 minutes in the passenger seat of some huge ford diesel w/ his hood lookin friend who had the goods.
I mean, we were all, like I said, 20/21 year old suburban white boys dressed in our jcrew outfits. so, a lil crazy but I had 2 of my bros next to me. The guy whips out these tiny lil bags of coke, all $20/piece, I think we bought 6 of them and he gave us an extra for free. I somehow even managed the balls to ask to taste the shit before we bought it. I was shaking so bad, I about spilled the bag and barely got it smeared on my gums. I was too nervous to even tell if it was good shit, hell had only done coke a few times at this point. maybe only twice. well, turned out OK bc that was the best coke I had ever had in my casual recreational use over those next 5-ish years. That must be a Miami thing??
To date, that's still the only deal I've ever made with complete strangers/brothers in a shady area aka outskirts of the "hood".
Even though I did all the work, my friends still made me the mule bringing it on board. At the last second, I took it all out of my bag (all shoved in a huge percocet bottle with a few of those in there as well) thinking that MAYBE they would have drug dogs sniffing the checked luggage.
Nervously shoved it in my cargo pants, totally scoped out the security to see if they were checking people at all other than metal detector. i made sure i had everything off and out that could have possibly set that detector off... and went thru.
had the best fucking week of my life. we all did.
by the end of that week though, the VERY last night we had just ran out of coke. I had some gnarly withdrawal (not having experienced any w/d of any kind at that point), and had to get blasted drunk to try to take the edge off. Got so sloppy that I punched out some stained glass in the bar and ran away with my hand GOOSHING blood. Screamed obscenities at the room door (4 guys in a closet with 2 bunk beds) and made them clean me up.
woke up hungover the next day, and maybe had a slight fiend for coke the next day, but it went away quickly.

anyhoo.
not really a deal gone bad, but could have gone bad.
first and last time i'll even sneak oxycodone, mdma, weed, and coke all in one pocket thru any sort of security checkpoint
 
^^a pocket is one of the worst places to put drugs before going through a checkpoint id imagine...i always put stuff in more discreet places because the metal in my back always sets the detector off..
 
^^a pocket is one of the worst places to put drugs before going through a checkpoint id imagine...i always put stuff in more discreet places because the metal in my back always sets the detector off..

You're beyond correct. I had no idea what I was doing! I thought because it was in a baggy cargo pocket that I was safer as it wasn't bulging thru anywhere being in the pill bottle.
Also, having checked out the security out thoroughly before going thru, it was obvious that the mexican security guards were not searching anyone. It was a cruise, which I figured was also a little more lax. All of the big metal buttons on my shorts still managed to not set off the detector somehow. Could have seen my carotid pulsing a mile away Im sure tho.
End of the day, would never have the balls to do that again. Being married and 29 has something to do with it Im sure.
 
Some piece of shit ripped me off last night. Was meant to buying 1g of coke, it turned out to be 500mg of paracetamol. It wasn't cheap either!! :X
 
before anyone judges me i had absolutley nothing to do with this except for the fact that i was there. i sold weed at the time so the last thing i needed to do was rob some kid

anyway, a few of my friends pick me up, we get to driving, and when i ask whats good one of the kids says were on the way to rob someone for a quarter oz. i asked who and they gave me some name id never heard of a few towns over so im thinking "whatever, i have nothing to do with it and i dont even know the person, sucks for him"

we roll up to the spot and the car is full so this kid who mustve been like 14 or 15 comes up to the window. my boy in the front passenger seat asked to check it out, once he gets it in his hands my friend who was driving just sped away. the kid held on to the car and we dragged him another 50 feet while hes punching my boy in the face before he finally lets go

then

my friend decided to take the most ass backwards way to get home. we were driving through the fire entrance of this apartment complex, and it was roped off so the kid in the front seat hopped out to untie the rope so we could drive thru. while he was out of the car i stole his shotgun. we drive to the end of the apartment complex, get ready to turn on the street when all of a sudden a black suv blocks our path and 4 kids hop out and start chasing after us.

so the driver had to speed through this complex in reverse (im surprised he didnt crash his shit he was going fast) while these kids are running after us on foot. i look, and realize the kids who are running after us are my friends, and the kid who just got ripped off was selling bud for them. the reason they were chasing us was cuz obviously this little kid ran right back to his dealer and said the kid in the front seat just grabbed it out of his hands. and when they jumped out of the car they saw me sitting on the front seat

we lost them but i spent the rest of my day explaining the situation and trying to convince the kid i really had nothing to do with it (cuz i didnt) eventually he believed me and got his money back. were still cool to this day but man what a fucked up situation
 
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