JayzzBlaze420
Bluelighter
So there was a time when I had nowhere to go at this time. (around Jan 19 2021) I had met this dude at hyvee, in the parking lot. If im looking for a drug (mostly Weed) I ask around and judge on the way they look if they smoke or not. So this dude come walking up to the front of Hy Vee and I look my eyes on him until he says something, he said "what?" I asked if he has any bud. He told me "you too? i've been looking for some to." I say "fuck man everybody dry around here." So me and this guy are standing on the wall of the store and he goes on the phone talking about getting some weed, and about some dude at his motel robbed him for 80 bucks, and that he was going to stab him. So i waited until he got off the phone, and then i asked if he could buy me some beer, (I was 19) and he asked me if I was a cop. I took my sweater off and my shirt too, and said I ain't no cop. He asked me who gave me my tattoos, (My arms were almost covered and my chest had 5 tattoos). "I said my dad's tattoo artist." He said aight what you want, i told him a six pack and gave him ten dollars.
He goes in and i sit outside and smoke my vuse alto. He comes out around 10 min later and he comes out from the wine and spirits door, so i speed walked to him because he was walking towards the gas station part. He was in front of the gas station and set the six pack on the salt pallet. i grabbed it and we were just standing there, then he asked where I was living at and i told him in a box, he said shit i would have you come with me but idk if i can trust you people have been fucking me over recently. I told him i ain't going to fuck him over cuz im not that type of person, and he said shit aright. I told him ill share the 6 pack with him. So I just followed him across the highway to the motel. We go to a door room 62. I follow him in. small motel. He clears off a chair and I sit down and open a beer. He is just asking about my parents an shit, just trying to get to know me. After the 2nd beer he is on his phone trying to get weed and some other shit i didn't know at that second. then he walks over by the microwave and pulls a bag out from behind it. and waves a bag of needles. I asked him if banged heroin, he said not really, i said what meth? he said yea. I told him i had snorted and smoked meth before but i have not banged it before. he said don't. I said shit i dont give a fuck no more.
He got a call from his plug and once he got off the phone he said his plug was coming in two hours with some ice and possibly weed. Then he laid down and said don't rob my shit homie. I said shit don't trip. then after 30 min he said go outside and look around for anything. i said why and he said its a damn motel in almost every room there is a drug user. He told me to knock so he can unlock the door. So i go outside and go around the corner and literally not 15 feet from me I see a baggie on the ground, I looked at the bag and I knew it was probably ice. So i immediately put it in my hoddie pocket and dash back as fast as i could. I was rapidly banging on the door. he opened the door I went in and started saying no fucking way bro i found some shit. i go over to the counter and dumb what was in the bag out on the counter and took a rock and put it in my mouth and said bru it's fucking real. he said no way it is its probably salt. he takes a taste and said its salt. i didn't believe him so I crushed up enough for a line. and snorted it and I knew it was meth for sure once it went up my noes. He kept saying it wasn't real until he snorted a line for himself. There was probably an eight ball when i found it. Then when he finally admitted that it was in fact real i said alright lets bang this shit. he hesitated at first, because i have never been an iv user. But after him asking me for 5 min if i really wanted to do it, showed me how to do it. he took the plunger out of the needle and filled it with rocks up until it was up to the 30cc mark then he put the plunger back in and then filled the needle with water from the faucet. then he put the cap back on the needle and said make sure you always us a fresh needle never share and when you shake it make sure you put the cap on the needle, and shake it until there's no rocks in the needle. Then i gave him my arm and he shot me up. and i felt it like i never had before i felt it in my lungs, balls, head, and my chest, and my eyes were wide open and i said holy shit thats good.
He started say for real? he says wait until the real dope gets here. 20 min later were just chilling and he gets a call and his homie said he was outside. ( So before I start getting into a dark side of my life the dude i met at hyvee his name was casey.) He just said stay cool like how you have been with me. So he opens the door and these two tall white guys in and the first guy walked in with a 12 inch knife and a small lock safe. he looks strait at me and said whos this? I told him my street name (Buddy Yurb). He starts going off said shit i know you we was smoking at Taco Johns. And his eyes go strait to my tattoo on my hand ( It was a five point crown with AIKN written below the crown). He asked if I was a Latin King, I said yea west side. He said damn. His eyes were big as hell i knew he was gaked out of his mind. We shot up and told me his name was crazy white boy. Let me know if you want to know the rest im getting tired of typing right now.
He goes in and i sit outside and smoke my vuse alto. He comes out around 10 min later and he comes out from the wine and spirits door, so i speed walked to him because he was walking towards the gas station part. He was in front of the gas station and set the six pack on the salt pallet. i grabbed it and we were just standing there, then he asked where I was living at and i told him in a box, he said shit i would have you come with me but idk if i can trust you people have been fucking me over recently. I told him i ain't going to fuck him over cuz im not that type of person, and he said shit aright. I told him ill share the 6 pack with him. So I just followed him across the highway to the motel. We go to a door room 62. I follow him in. small motel. He clears off a chair and I sit down and open a beer. He is just asking about my parents an shit, just trying to get to know me. After the 2nd beer he is on his phone trying to get weed and some other shit i didn't know at that second. then he walks over by the microwave and pulls a bag out from behind it. and waves a bag of needles. I asked him if banged heroin, he said not really, i said what meth? he said yea. I told him i had snorted and smoked meth before but i have not banged it before. he said don't. I said shit i dont give a fuck no more.
He got a call from his plug and once he got off the phone he said his plug was coming in two hours with some ice and possibly weed. Then he laid down and said don't rob my shit homie. I said shit don't trip. then after 30 min he said go outside and look around for anything. i said why and he said its a damn motel in almost every room there is a drug user. He told me to knock so he can unlock the door. So i go outside and go around the corner and literally not 15 feet from me I see a baggie on the ground, I looked at the bag and I knew it was probably ice. So i immediately put it in my hoddie pocket and dash back as fast as i could. I was rapidly banging on the door. he opened the door I went in and started saying no fucking way bro i found some shit. i go over to the counter and dumb what was in the bag out on the counter and took a rock and put it in my mouth and said bru it's fucking real. he said no way it is its probably salt. he takes a taste and said its salt. i didn't believe him so I crushed up enough for a line. and snorted it and I knew it was meth for sure once it went up my noes. He kept saying it wasn't real until he snorted a line for himself. There was probably an eight ball when i found it. Then when he finally admitted that it was in fact real i said alright lets bang this shit. he hesitated at first, because i have never been an iv user. But after him asking me for 5 min if i really wanted to do it, showed me how to do it. he took the plunger out of the needle and filled it with rocks up until it was up to the 30cc mark then he put the plunger back in and then filled the needle with water from the faucet. then he put the cap back on the needle and said make sure you always us a fresh needle never share and when you shake it make sure you put the cap on the needle, and shake it until there's no rocks in the needle. Then i gave him my arm and he shot me up. and i felt it like i never had before i felt it in my lungs, balls, head, and my chest, and my eyes were wide open and i said holy shit thats good.
He started say for real? he says wait until the real dope gets here. 20 min later were just chilling and he gets a call and his homie said he was outside. ( So before I start getting into a dark side of my life the dude i met at hyvee his name was casey.) He just said stay cool like how you have been with me. So he opens the door and these two tall white guys in and the first guy walked in with a 12 inch knife and a small lock safe. he looks strait at me and said whos this? I told him my street name (Buddy Yurb). He starts going off said shit i know you we was smoking at Taco Johns. And his eyes go strait to my tattoo on my hand ( It was a five point crown with AIKN written below the crown). He asked if I was a Latin King, I said yea west side. He said damn. His eyes were big as hell i knew he was gaked out of his mind. We shot up and told me his name was crazy white boy. Let me know if you want to know the rest im getting tired of typing right now.