I've told this story before, but since it applies to both the topic of the thread and the current topic of 'drug dealer time' I will tell it again.
A few summers ago I had a dealer that lived 10-15 minutes from my house. He was more of a crack dealer (always had that at his house), but he also sold dope but didn't have it on him that much so usually needed to go by the stash house to grab it before the meet, or take the ride with another runner over to me.
My friend started copping with me, so we would try to work it out so that my friend and my dealer would get to me right when my friend got to my house. Naturally, my dealer would take a lot longer than he originally said, so my friend would take that into account when making the ride out to me. My friend lived 45 minutes away from me, so he would call me with his order, I would call the dealer to place our order and ask what time he would be around, and then I would tell my friend and he would leave accordingly. After the first couple of times my dealer took really long, my friend started to leave later to try to minimize the wait. I would have just picked it all up from my dealer and then told my friend to grab it from me once I got it, but his orders were too big for me to be able to spot out after paying for mine. I had offered to introduce them so that I wasn't in the middle, but my dealer didn't want to see anybody he didn't have to.
thats what it is cause they are the only ones who can get away being that late..no one would put up with that shit if they didnt have to.
Normally this is true, but my friend wasn't the type to put up with it. If the dealer didn't show in an hour, my friend would drive the 45mins back home. My friend would drive out to me between work and dinner, so if my dealer couldn't manage to make it over to us in the 1 hour time window, he would lose the sale of 2 bundles. I would still get mine, and I couldn't help but feel glad that in a way my dealer was losing out by taking too long to get to me. When I went back to school at the end of the summer my dealer had me introduce him to my friend so they could continue their business after I left.
When I was home for Thanksgiving break I saw my friend when he came by to grab some money to cop for us from his new connect in my area. He looked like shit and was pretty broke, bumming cigarettes off of me and asking me if he could give me one less bag so that he could have it and hit me back with it the next day. I let him have it but I knew I wasn't ever going to see that bag, but I figured it meant a lot more to him since he was strung out, and I would be fine with the amount I got since I hadn't used in months.
A few weeks later my dealer called me bitching that my friend owed him a couple hundred dollars, and wanted to know where to find him. I told him that my friend owed me too so he was avoiding my calls (I didn't care, I just told him so he would stop bothering me about it) and that he shouldn't have spotted a junkie that much to begin with. I got in touch with my friend to tell him the guy was looking for him, but he said he had the new connect so my dealer was never gonna see that money, and that's what he got for making us wait so long when we were dealing with him over the summer haha. That was the last time I spoke to my friend because he ended up in rehab a week later, and he hasn't spoken to me since getting clean.