My first drug dealer was in college I guess, but it was just weed and it seems like every other person sold week at the college I went to. The first true drug dealer I ever met was one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
I was living in Lima, Peru at the time and I met a Peruvian tattoo artist at his shop one day while I was browsing his water pipes and we hit it off. He offered me some coke that first day I met him, and ever since that day I'd stop off at his shop like once a week on my way back from graduate classes and do lines wit him and just hang out. One day he told me he was going to a party and he wanted to know if I wanted to come with. I said hell yes, so we boarded a microbus to downtown lima to the nice district and met this well dressed guy in front of a super super fancy apartment building. My tattoo artist friend introduced me to this guy, and he right away asked me if I wanted any "verde o blanca".
This totally took me by suprise, and I immediately said "Si, Si, claro!" So he took me to the basement of this fancy building to the laundry room, opened up a clothes washing machine and took out a garbage bag full of some of the finest weed I have ever seen. He just gave me a hand full for free and a bag to put it in. Then he reached farther in and took out a big protein shake container. You know, like those ones that contain "Serious Mass" or "Muscle Builder 2000". They are plastic jars that hold like 1.5 Liters. This thing was full of coke. So he gave me ziplock sandwich bag and filled it to the top with the best coke I have ever tried. I have no idea how much he gave me, but think of a sandwich bag full.
Keep in mind this is the first time I had ever met a drug dealer in my life. I was astonished. Then we did a few lines right there on the washing machine and took the elevator up to like the 30th floor to this penthouse apartment where there about 20 well dressed, beautiful people milling around, drinking, and having fun. And there were coke lines all over the tables. My spanish was only mediocre at the time, so it was hard to have sustained conversations with people, and I felt a little alone since I was the only american there, and I was only 23 at the time. But it was amazing. We stayed for hours, I did the best coke I've ever had, sipped wine, and the periodically myself and a few others would retreat to the balcony that looked out over Lima to smoke a joint.
Just an amazing experience. I could not describe to my friend I lived with at the time. But I came back to our house loaded with goodies.
