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How did you meet your first dealer ever?

My first job was at a resteraunt and i went to high school with a guy who bought from one of the cooks that worked at said resteraunt so i promptly introduced myself and scored some pot..
 
Every dealer i have had has been introduced to me by a friend/acquaintance, except for my dope dealers, which i found quite easily in the hood.

The first person who got me pot was my older sister, and i already had friends who smoked at the time so finding more was quite easy.
 
some asshole that somone who didn't get ripped off told me he got it from. Took me way too long to realize...gullible me...9th grade lol.
 
the first dealer i ever met myself was introduced to me by a friend and he was always reliable but now hes to big and doesnt remember me and is to sketch about people he doesnt know/remember since its been a while since i called him with all the dealers around here that i know of now its hard to choose :S
 
Met him through a friend in the 7th grade or something like that.

He was the only one I knew until like 9th grade I'm pretty sure.
 
my sister was once married to him. before i even knew what drugs were i always knew that something was up with them. they were always going on trips and they were always buying stuff. my sister would pick me up for the day and take me on crazy shopping trips. when i was 14 a friend of mine turned me onto ice for the first time, all high and paranoid, not wanting to go home, i went to thier house. when i went to go use the bathroom there was a loaded bowl sitting right above the sink. the rest is history. i started picking up from them. it was great, id go to thier place to grab someting, and they would smoke me out fucking wide, and send me on my way with a fucking fat package!! of course things didint last long my brother in law started to think he was "the shit", he started fooling around behind my sisters back with skank ass hoes who wanted dope, he started owing people left and right, my sister divorced him, and he didint have shit, he was living in his car. he had no dope, no skank ass bitch, no nothing. all of this happened with in a span of about 3 yrs. how fucked is that?! sad but true.
 
I can't fucking remember that.

I know it was obviously weed though when I was 14.

Way too many to ever be able to remember, at least x40 times more of em than any friends.
 
I was sitting at a restaurant with my girlfriend & this guy I knew from years back was sitting several tables behind me & when my girl went to the bathroom, he came up & asked me if I smoke weed & I said yeah but I was lying because I hadnt touched the stuff before but wanted to act cool. He asked me to come over to his house later that night if I wanted some good weed, I was 18 at the time.

I went over that night & he layed out 3 different kind of 1/8th's of weed. I chose the most expensive kind which was Jamaiican & let me tell you what, that stuff was super strong. I was hallucinating after I inhaled a whole joint several days later & no, its wasnt laced.
 
For weed, my cousin, then a bunch of friends and friends of friends. They had weed,coke,meth,pills,acid,shrooms,etc...for heroin it was through a freind who sold coke and his buddy from out of town stayed in his extra room(big room,with a seperate door), and his buddy was his and my connection for the really good ,cheap coke in Quantity..I asked the guy who I becaem buddys with soon, if he knew where to get some heroin, although not in those ezact words, but anyway, he knew where to get good to sometimes fire powder,from his out of town connections who had connections in Chicago and some NJ,NYC area citys as well as New Orleans and Detroit. I moved after a while and got hooked up with some people that were in the same gang as him, and networked from there...lol.
 
bought 3 cookies off this kid who went to the same tutors as me, but he wasn't very consistent and not really a dealer, never made me pay extra. more just helping me out because i was a friend. always good bud though. afterwards i would always cop with my friend and his dealers never would want to sell to me because they didn't know me. so i was never able to get weed regularly. one day my cousin and i walk into a subway in my chicago suburb and start talking about weed with the guy behind the counter and smoke him out for some free sandwiches. he then gave us a number to a guy in a subway in the city near a university, and that guy pointed us towards the dude who lived in the apartment above it. best weed i've ever had in chicago, it was comparable to the stuff i get at the clubs in cali. eventually started copping with him because we'd buy so much. whenever i'm back there he's always still in business. thank fuck for good connects.
 
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