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Horror Stories when Copping off the Street

We weren't exactly "copping off the street", but were smoking it up in a school car park tripping balls on acid for the first time when the following happened.

Friend & I just lost track of time and stupidly used up all the battery for my car while listening to music & tripping. Then out of nowhere, this black guy appears and starts talking to us, eventually he asks if he can have weed aswell of which we complied. The dude seemed like he was speeding, and started freaking us out by talking absolute shit with my friend not helping the situation any better by acting all negative towards the dude.

I'm not exactly clear how we got into the following position, I'll recall as best I can. The guy seemed to be getting angrier & angrier after he had some weed and for reasons unclear we decided to push the car & jump-start it with his help..

As we're all pushing my car and tripping quite hard what he does next scared the absolute fuck outta us. After helping push he gets in the driver side, starts it up and starts driving away! I literally thought at that moment I would never see my car again.. He drives out of the car-park and down the road, then surprisingly he decided to start heading back to the car-park. He pulls in the car-park at high speed doing circles with us in the middle tripping balls on acid.

He just kept doing it for ages, causing us to freak the fuck out in our tripped out state and we start running towards the school. Then surprisingly, he gets out and yells out "I DON'T WANNA STEAL YA CAR" just as we start to run away. (this just seemed to be way his way of fucking with us while he was on meth..)

So we head back down to take my car back and before we can take he starts making demands that he wants something for bringing the car back.. As I was tripping quite hard and just wanting this to fucking end I contemplated giving him my bag with all my CD's & my shit in it, but eventually decided on just giving him the weed, so I open up my bag and look inside trying to find this bag of weed and I can't see shit, it just looks all white inside and I'm tripping too hard to be able to see anything in there. At this point, the dude is starting to get more & more agitated.. My friend comes to the rescue after finding the weed on the passengers seat of my car. We give him the weed and he finally walks off. We find out later he also somehow grabbed the bong as I never saw it again after that.

What a fucked up situation to find yourself in...
 
Some psycho on meth doing doughtnuts around you while tripping on acid in your stolen car lol. That must have been insane at the time. Def one of the funniier stories. Harfordrdbmore thats crazy youre from hamilton too, i was sad when i moved outta there into the county. I still go to the hamilton tavern and clemintine sometimes when i get around there. Used to work at racers too lol. That place was a freak show of drunks and druggies.
 
'medicine cabinet' said:
Yup thats the bmore street dope scene for scramble "yall niggas line up" and there you are standing in line with some crazy ass lookin ppl. I was in line coppin some smackdown and all of the sudden i hear screeching tires, eveyone looks over and its a red cavalier with 2 big white guys wearing sun glasses. Cops swarmed from all directions, i hadnt copped yet but this one big motherfucker was comin right at me and i juked the shit out of him and out ran his big ass. Id rather run from a cop than a bullet tho. Some of those stickup kids dont give a fuck about anything. Straight animal scum that should be locked away and the key thrown away. I grew up off of harford rd and hamilton. Yea NE bmore baby! Gotta get a phone number, west side tends to have better shit. I only fucked with raw but it seemed like it was always easier to get good raw on the west side before i got a phone connec.
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You people in BMore..... Fuck. Such a unique, crazy copping system. I guess that's partially why they made a spectacularly good TV show partially about it.
In years past I've copped off of streets in Hartford where one guy handled the cash and there was a runner. But, it was pretty basic setup.
The ins and outs of getting served in Baltimore sounds completely unique to that city.

I don't have any spectacular stories. I haven't copped off the streets in years. When I did, I had a couple instances where I was out there, sick as fuck, and desperate for bags of some kind.
Run into someone who says they got bags, say they need the money to give the guy first, I say fuck no, they say yes, I say fuck no, they say it's the only way they can do something and it will only take a second, I somehow convince myself this guy looks worthy of my trust and besides I'm so sick I'm about to shit my pants and there's snot and tears running down my face and I realize I'm standing on this hot corner going back and forth with this guy, so... I give him $20-40. Obviously, he never comes back. Stupid.

I know it's been said on here a million times but, get phones numbers, more phone numbers and then some more phone numbers. Find a few connects that are reliable, relatively on time and you're pretty set.
 
had a guy ask me for 10$ to go the hospital so he could have his intestines put back into his stomach

dude lifted up his shirt to show me how he had grocery bags holding n containing his intestines, i felt so bad for him but i went down there with no cash cuz i knew every single person would ask, and tbh im confident dude wasnt lookin to go to the hospital, just lookin to get some dope money cuz im sure that shit hurt

i wasnt actually coppin but was down at the spot givin out needles after i was clean thinkin it'd be a fun way to do some good
 
^^ill go into detail if you want

but yea, dude had his intestines coming out of his body and patched himself up with grocery bags and tape n shit, it was a horrific sight and even crazier thinkin back how this dude was not only out n about walkin the streets but was even a kinda lively dude, like he came runnin up to the car thinkin we were given out money n when he realized it was just needles, water cigs n cheeseburgers ( the whole needle distribution thing is another story all in itself) he wanted 10$ 'so he could go to the hospital' and i said no i didnt have money n then he lifted up his shirt to show me his need for medical attention but i still had to say no cuz i didnt have money on me


but if you can picture someones insides just kinda hangin out of thier gut contained by only grocery bags and duct tape then yea thats my horror story while coppin (tho i wasnt coppin but was at the spot)


its wierd i always tell that story thinkin bout how crazy n funny it was, but lookin back now it makes me sad, cuz i feel like that dude has to be dead, probably infection but either way i assume he died a slow painful death, i prob wont tell that story the same (all animated n shit) ever again. it just occured to me that isnt a crazy funny story but an incredibly sad story. and i had never thought of it that way until today
 
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WTF?! That's absolutely crazy! And quite sad. I can't believe actually being on the streets like that, not going to the ER or freaking the fuck out.
 
I was chasin a half I Smack, n got off the street.. Any way i went n parked opposite the highrise flats n mulled up, it looked funny but i mulled it up anyway n sucked it up n tasted it, n it was bodgey, sone pill. Just as I finished mulling it, a chick plain clothed knocked on the window saying she was an under cover cop. I said it ain't gear, it's just panadol. She took my name, phone number and the syringe full, n said she'll be back with her partner and drive me too rehab! I was spinning out, n just took off after she went around corner. She rang on my phone n talked a lil then i hung up. I still think wtf !
 
When I was 17, I lost my best coke connect because he got busted and went to jail. That would have been a good time to quit, but no.

I knew a spot in my neighborhood where drugs were sold quite blatantly. At the time, I only did cocaine but there was also dope being sold on that particular block. (If only it was still there, lol.) I'm a white girl in a black and Hispanic neighborhood (where I lived all my life) looking for a giant black man with dreads, asking anyone who looks like they might use anything if they seen Dude. (I knew his name at that point, as I'd copped from him once before, after talking to a couple of guys in front of a bodega. His cocaine was nothing like the shit I was getting from my old Colombian connect who was in prison, unfortunately. The last time I bought from him and the last time I used cocaine for 8 years, I got an 8 ball that was probably 1/4 salt. That was it for me, fucking around with bullshit hood coke dealers...)

So yeah, I ask this junkie/crackhead looking fucker if he's seen Dude and he got pretty nasty with me. I literally just asked, "Have you seen Dude?" and he goes off on me as if I'm a police officer, motioning that he has some sort of weapon in his North Face... I tell him to chill out and I was just looking for Dude because he wasn't answering his phone (n00b mistake!) and that I was getting outta there -- quick. Motherfucker must have been popped because people tend to freak when something like that goes down, not knowing who is a rat, who is a Narc and who is just a fiend like them. I mostly freaked out because it was the first time I was cold copping, on the street, being 17 years old and an alcoholic cokehead. It's not much better now as I'm a 26 year old dope fiend, but whatever.

Trust no one, I've learned, is a really good fucking motto. And don't expect fiends in the hood to be polite...

But we all knew that, didn't we?
 
And you just walked away and nothing happened? You went home with no drugs, you didn't get burned and everything's peachy?!

Wow, fascinating!
 
I was sellin dude 8 g's of bud, It was a through-the-window deal and he grabbed the bag then tried to run me over with a truck, then drove off like a pussy. At the time i was just thankful i wasn't crushed haha.
 
the best is when your parked up somewhere and some guy walking past offers you the very drug youre waitin for and youre just like aw shit this is a tough call but you wind up just sayin naw because youd rather be safe
 
shimazu said:
the best is when your parked up somewhere and some guy walking past offers you the very drug youre waitin for and youre just like aw shit this is a tough call but you wind up just sayin naw because youd rather be safe
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Oh I've SEEN that hustle before!

You're waiting in a shady spot for some dope dealer to come through...You've been waiting 45 minutes and you're startting to reallly wonder if dudes ever gonna show up!

Some guy, who seems like he might sorta kina be legit walks up and offers to get you shit....you ask him if he has it on him and he says, "Yeah I just have to run into get it one street over!"

From here, the story usually ends:

a. you drive to the house and he says, "Give me the money and I'll come right out"...you either get burned or refuse and....
b. he asks to use your phone and calss 20 people and leads you on a wild goose chase where you may eventually end up with a small quantity of subpar dope or...
c. he straight up makes you drive into a dark alley and robs you! or
d. he really makes you drive one street over, runs in the house without money and comes back with some fire dope, gives you his number and he becomes a new connect! And you're like, "I'll be damned, that young man was SO nice, I'm gonna call him again!"
lol
 
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