My horrible experience copping today

[Nati]

Shit I feel sorry for you guys who have to drive down to the ghetto just to score, esp. dealing with some random people who sell dope of unknown quality.

I mean, you're always kind of dealing with stuff of unknown quality in the illegal drug trade, but I like actually driving to someone's house, buying the stuff in a casual fashion, making some small talk & possibly smoking a bowl, and then dipping out. It's just really low-key and not sketchy. (There really isn't any street dealing going on where I live because the climate often doesn't allow for it).

In cincinnati we have a lot of integrated neighborhoods so you don't really have to look out of place going to cop. Now in this story, I was definitely NOT in one of those hoods as I find quality better closer to the city. But if you wanted to cop in a non sketchy fashion and not stick out its very possible. No dope boy is goin to serve you from their house until they absolutely trust you. I mean we're addicts it's probably best we don't know where they live. Now if I was tryin to get some bud its a diff story, I can just go to a buddies house.
As for unknown quality, most will give you a tester for free to try it out. A lot of competition lately so quality is on the up.

 

[Nati]

You are right the necks the last resort(almost). I've seen people do it and thankfully I had plenty of places to hit or I'd have been necking it to.Then after that the last logical(or illogical I should say) choice would be in the main vein,know what I mean!

Haha oh shit, I hope I never get to that point. I've seen it done and damn idk if I could let it go that far to where I'm jeopardizing my manhood.
To each his own though. Luckily I've been hitting the same spot on my arm for three years and no collapses/abscess nada. Still got a lot of options before I even consider it

 

[crzydiamond]

I remember summer of 2001. I lived in Harrisburg, PA about 90 miles from philly. Back then Harrisburg was more a crack town so I would go down to Philly daily to cop

Well that year the morons who inspected my car did something with the horn to make it work to pass inspection. Side issue was (as I discovered months later) that in 90+ degree weather my electrical system would overheat and the car would simply shut off. It had nothing to do with coolant--took me awhile to realize it--but if you let it sit it would eventually start right back up--usually later in evening when it wasn't hot. It would run fine until you came to a complete stop, most of the time, although once it simply shut off on the turnpike. But 99 percent of the time it was ok until I stopped at a toll or if traffic backed up or a light or something.

But as you can imagine it led to some fun times--it would shut off when paying toll to get off highway and I'd have to leave it and hitchhike into the badlands. Some days it was fine til broad street. Sometimes I got stuck on the schuylkill expressway. I started getting off at the exit that let you off way up at the north end of Philly as then I only had to walk 4 miles til I got to broad street and buses.

The insane part is, every day when I left the house I knew the car was going to stop somewhere and I would just hope it would get me as close as possible cause it is not fun being sick and walking in 100 degree heat. And that summer was a steamer. I will never forget the one day I got a ride and only had to walk the last 10 blocks and it was the longest walk ever....counting backward down numbered streets thinking "ok...9 more..8 more..."

And I tried multiple times to get the car fixed but no one could pinpoint the issue. Obviously it was electric and they knew that, but it would run great at the garage .....

Anyway your story reminded me of that summer. Funny the things we did just to get normal....

I look back and think I must've been insane just hopping in car knowing I was going to have to leave it and come back for it after it cooled down and just praying every day it would get me as close as possible...

 

[namnoc16]

I remember summer of 2001. I lived in Harrisburg, PA about 90 miles from philly. Back then Harrisburg was more a crack town so I would go down to Philly daily to cop

Well that year the morons who inspected my car did something with the horn to make it work to pass inspection. Side issue was (as I discovered months later) that in 90+ degree weather my electrical system would overheat and the car would simply shut off. It had nothing to do with coolant--took me awhile to realize it--but if you let it sit it would eventually start right back up--usually later in evening when it wasn't hot. It would run fine until you came to a complete stop, most of the time, although once it simply shut off on the turnpike. But 99 percent of the time it was ok until I stopped at a toll or if traffic backed up or a light or something.

But as you can imagine it led to some fun times--it would shut off when paying toll to get off highway and I'd have to leave it and hitchhike into the badlands



.

The badlands my old stomping grounds,used to love that shithole

 

[Burnt Offerings]

In cincinnati we have a lot of integrated neighborhoods so you don't really have to look out of place going to cop. Now in this story, I was definitely NOT in one of those hoods as I find quality better closer to the city. But if you wanted to cop in a non sketchy fashion and not stick out its very possible. No dope boy is goin to serve you from their house until they absolutely trust you. I mean we're addicts it's probably best we don't know where they live. Now if I was tryin to get some bud its a diff story, I can just go to a buddies house.
As for unknown quality, most will give you a tester for free to try it out. A lot of competition lately so quality is on the up.

Eh, the only "hard drug" I buy with any regularity is meth, and I do go to "my guy's" house to pick up. We do trust each other though (well, kind of)

I don't do heroin often because it's not really my thing, as I'm more of a stimulant user. When I did have an actual dealer (and didn't use a "middle person"), I would go to her house to pick up too. But I live in a pretty rural area, I think that's the main difference. Most dealers here are user-dealers who peddle minor amounts to support their own habits, there really isn't any dealing going on that's on the same scale as a major urban environment I'd imagine.

 

[oxygirlinct]

I can totally identify with this, unfortunately. The things we do for dope :/

I, too, go to pretty downtrodden cities to cop (from New Haven down to Paterson), but I couldn't help but feel just a little uncomfortable reading some of the things you wrote. I recognize there's a difference perhaps in your neighborhood versus the neighborhood you travel to to cop, but I'm not sure "the ghetto" is a really great way to refer to it. Referring to a person, style, or neighborhood with the adjective "ghetto" just really rubs a lot of people the wrong way. A lot of these people are put on this earth at a disadvantage, leading them to live lives of crime, etc. I know it's reality that these cities are full of drugs and racial minorities, but this just feels like a very "us" and "them" post by the wording. Like "what is with foreign people helping?" ...I know the two people happened not to be white who helped you and that's what you were saying but "foreign" implies they're not American, which they may have been. I don't mean to be a total dick, I'm sure you're a great person. Just in general, I think it'd be really beneficial if we could try to stop using certain language to describe other people and places; it encourages this dynamic and just perpetuates everything negative interpersonally. I just think the constant need to specify someone's race and put everyone into neat little boxes based on observations can be very negative. To be honest, even as an addict, I felt very conflicted about buying dope from these dealers in my city -- for a lot of these dudes/gals this is the only way they can survive because of the deep whole they're in and lack of resources and opportunity.

Again, not a personal attack -- this is more of a general statement, as I see a lot of this type of posting on here. It seems like the majority of contributors to these forums are white. Often we write or speak with an undertone of white privilege that can actually be pretty harmful as far as perpetuating stereotypes and a type of segregation where we're one way and they're "those people" in the ghetto or those "foreign dudes."

I really don't mean this as an attack or to be directed at the original poster, just some food for thought. You may disagree with me or you may see a couple valid comments in there, either way just puttin it out there because it was on my mind...and I suppose this forum is to share what's on your mind

Anyways, in response to the actual post, thanks for posting the story - def a good read I think we can all relate to. Sorry for all the trouble, sounds like hell but glad you ended up okay. I have a girl I cop from who is always trying to talk or hang out because we're cool apart from the dope -- she doesn't mess with the stuff herself - only a few pills - so sometimes I Show up like a freakin zombie and she's asking me if I wanna go chill with her and her peoples. Like no I want to do this dope and not shit myself.

I got sick of living that life, currently trying to stick to my subs and stay away from downtown. Still thinking about dope every day though....

Thanks for reading, sorry for the blabbling - didn't mean to offend anyone's sensibilities with the above; just imho.

 

[manboychef]

I think you are reading too much into people's posts oxygirl. It all depends in where you go. I have copped from pretty much every race that slings in the east coast. All have their unique ways, and it is generally unique for the city. I liked orlando copping because it was never cold, the worst was just being rainy out.

Unfortunately here, the cops will fahq your day up for even having a cap. So do that shit quick while your driving cos if you pull over to use you have practically sealed your fate.

 

[Nati]

Yeah I don't see how calling it the ghetto could be seen as offensive. I'm not saying they're bad people for living in that situation or anything. Thats just generally the term used to describe an area such as that.

As for calling someone a foreigner, thats just another term too. I'm not saying like those filthy foreigners or anything. Clearly they're from a foreign country and could hardly speak English. I think people get a little too caught up in the race thing. I don't condone to putting anyone down for being from a different country actually they were nice people but I feel were too over sensitive these days when it comes to race.

Call a spade a spade and a bucket a bucket. Why try to generalize everybody? I think its totally fine to recognize someone's a different race. Just don't put them down because of it. Just my two cents.

 

[Nati]

I think you are reading too much into people's posts oxygirl. It all depends in where you go. I have copped from pretty much every race that slings in the east coast. All have their unique ways, and it is generally unique for the city. I liked orlando copping because it was never cold, the worst was just being rainy out.

Unfortunately here, the cops will fahq your day up for even having a cap. So do that shit quick while your driving cos if you pull over to use you have practically sealed your fate.

Ya I've tried copping in Orlando before. Took hours to finally find dope (crack everywhere)and as soon as I pull out the spot a cop is pullin me over. Swallowed it real quick so I was good. Didn't try goin back. still wonder to this day what the quality is like.

 

[manboychef]

bad. the quality is bad. The place I used to cop open air from is now on the news constantly about having many overdoses, four of which were fatal happen in the complex, and the local government is trying to shut it down.

 

[Nati]

bad. the quality is bad. The place I used to cop open air from is now on the news constantly about having many overdoses, four of which were fatal happen in the complex, and the local government is trying to shut it down.

Damn it's that bad. Hmm looks like I didn't miss out on much then. Yeah this was definitely open air where I went. I kinda knew I was gonna get pulled over. I go down to the keys every other year for vacation. Never tried coppin though doesn't really seem like an area where it's prevalent. Worth a shot though.

 

[rokkinrollaa6]

Yeah it depends on where you're located. Here in NYC open air is pretty much died out except for some rare and very discrete spots in the Bronx, Brooklyn, Wash Heights, LES, but really for all intents and purposes they don't exist, I mean "discrete" probably doesn't even describe it if you were familiar with the scene here years ago. Across the river in Jersey is a completely different story of course. In fact we used to drive out there and cop which is ironic because I remember old junkies telling me about how having Jersey plates in certain parts of the city was a dead giveaway that you were copping drugs. Now it's the opposite, and on this side of the river unless you are already connected to at least some extent, usually if you don't have a direct connect what you have to do is hit up a junkie or gutter punk and deal with all the middle-man crap, but whatever, if you know what you're doing it's a viable route. Shit, there is even heroin for sale on craigslist, but yeah, fuck that, shady as hell and the one time someone I knew connected that way it was cut to shit fentanyl that gave a terrible cotton fever. Now, the preferred alternative is a delivery service which are very reliable and usually quite high quality, but you definitely have to be a little bit more connected. It's worth it though.

word on the jersey scene, when i lived in jersey we could drive to camden, newark, or trenton and cop at any time of the night or day. i lived with 4 other junkies and we all spent the day, every day, hustling, selling, scamming, then we'd put our cash together, by a bundle, and divide it by who threw the most in. if our guys didn't respond, we'd just drive into the gheddo and drive around slowly with windows rolled down. a few times i had kids ride up to me on tricycles, and ask how many bags we wanted, they threw them in the window after we slid the money out. jersey from 06-09 when i was there was AWASH in fire dope, 5 bucks a bag. once a month one of us got 900 bucks from the army and we'd buy two bricks, that's 500 bags. for a week we'd be blasted, eating doughnuts and chips and getting fat. problem with jersey is the cops - by far the worst cops in the country. every single time we scored we drove through this small town, and the cops there all knew what we were doing, so we would have a pre planned route, and would stop off at stores or gas stations or sit an smoke until the cops left. as good as the dope was, jersey was waaaaay too hot. ive never had run ins with the cops EXCEPT in jersey, and was arrested 3 times for possession, doing a one year probation. i got really lucky. after those days i stuck to getting pharms fro the doc for years, and only recently started scoring heroin on the street again.

 

[rokkinrollaa6]

Hello fellow bluelighters!

I just wanted to share my completely wonderful (sarcasm) experience trying to cop my daily fix of heroin for the day.

Ok now where to begin, I woke up this morning in horrible serve WD like 36hrs post last shot of dope. Like throwing up and shitting and not knowing which is more urgent. Beautiful imagery, I know. Anyway at this point it is super early, and I know that none of my dudes are goin to be up this early ready to serve. Well I spend a good 3 hrs puking my brains out until finally I get the call and everything is good. Awesome, ok throw some random mismatched clothes on that don't fit because fuck it I'm goin to cop this ain't a beauty pageant. We all know the drill.

I hit the road and it just so happens to be rush hour. Oh joy, every dope fiend loves bumper to bumper traffic trying to rush down to the dope spot. So I'm navigating traffic all while still throwing up in a plastic bag I brought along just for this purpose. Anyway, I hit the spot and pull off the E-way. Look down at my gas gauge and fuck of course I'm on E. Why didn't I get gas before I hit the desolate area of the ghetto. Oh Ya, I was busy puking my fucking brains out. Great, so I pull in a ran down ass gas station. Put a couple bucks in the tank, all while still having the urge to puke. I just really really need to cop at this point.

Gas in the tank, good to go, or so I think.. Hop in turn the key. *click click click click* fuck! Are you kidding me. My battery decides to die. Of all places. In the middle of the ghetto. A white suburbanite sticking out like a sore thumb. Oh my god, the sickness is ravaging at this point. No time to diagnose the real problem so I just decide to jump it and go. Ok cool just need my jumper cables. Look in the back... Fuck! I completely forgot I let a buddy borrow them. Wow ok, somebody has to have jumpers. So now my white ass is going window to window in the middle of "the trap" asking people who look like if they wanted to could put me on a milk carton. After a solid 30 minutes a nice Indian dude has some and is willing to give me a jump. Awesome, he jumps it and I take off.

I call up the dude and he's down the street. Meet up with him and obtain my fix. I get goin and I'm driving and all of a sudden I look down. All gauges are out, radio gas oil, nada..
Car dies smack dab in the middle of a busy ass intersection. People are honking screaming. I'm having a great time at this point. Still in the ghetto btw. Slap it in neutral and trying to push and steer it to a gas station not too far. Well I drive a HD truck. I'm not doing a dent in moving this big ass truck whatsoever. Still sick at this point still throwing up. Finally a random stranger decides to help me push. Like thank god, all those assholes beeping for like 5 minutes and finally someone gives me a hand. I'd like to add that im also really fucking stressed out because I have dope and a needle on me and I'm a fucking broke down white boy in the hood. Any pig would love that situation.
Anywho, me and stranger guy (also a foreigner, wtf is up with only foreigners wanting to help people) finally get it into the gas station. I know 100% it's my alternator fucking up but I jump it again knowing it's gonna die again anyway. Hop back in and take the fuck off, cuz I know I got like 6-7 mins before its dead. I just want out of the hood at this point and I mean I'm driving through the hood like Jeff Gordon fuckin running red lights cuttin people off drifting turns etc.

I hit the E-way finally and the cars really dyin on me now but it's cool I'm out the hood. Pull off on an exit and let it die. Now I usually wait until I'm home to do my business(shoot up) but I really just can't take it any more. I run over to a nearby highway overpass and proceed to do my thing. Red hot chili peppers - Under the bridge playin through my head while I do it LOL. Anyway, I call up a close friend and he comes and helps me out charges the battery a good 30 mins and I make it home. All in all a very stressful ass day just tryin to get my medicine. Oh god, the things we do to get our fix... XD

MOD: not sure where this would go so I'm going to post in homeless.

shit like this happened to me a lot when i lived in kansas, always when i had to go grab my script. what a nightmare... and only for one bag... im glad i live in a country wit OTC codeine. instead of doing all that id just go to a pharmacy and drink a CWE.

 

[Nati]

shit like this happened to me a lot when i lived in kansas, always when i had to go grab my script. what a nightmare... and only for one bag... im glad i live in a country wit OTC codeine. instead of doing all that id just go to a pharmacy and drink a CWE.

Yeah it's always when your fuckin sick that shit decides it's gonna be difficult lol. When I'm not sick it's always boom boom done. Aaah irony. I'd love it if codeine were OTC here

 

[Pill2Chill]

do you guys like living wild like this or do events like these make u wanna get help?

At first injecting drugs is fun, hardcore, crazy and what have you. For me it didn't take long to develop a needle fixation, where I became more interested in the act of shooting up than the contents of the shot. (I exaggerate, but prepping was like 50% of the enjoyment of shooting up.)

It didn't take me very long to feel really bad about my drug use, more specifically the RoA, so I decided to get help (rehab).

The end.

0.02$

 

[Nati]

At first injecting drugs is fun, hardcore, crazy and what have you. For me it didn't take long to develop a needle fixation, where I became more interested in the act of shooting up than the contents of the shot. (I exaggerate, but prepping was like 50% of the enjoyment of shooting up.)

It didn't take me very long to feel really bad about my drug use, more specifically the RoA, so I decided to get help (rehab).

The end.

0.02$

Agreed, it definitely begins to wear on you mentally and physically. Like in the beginning it's all like damn I'm copping drugs in a dangerous neighborhood this is so exhilarating! Which then turns into wtf is my white ass doing down here every single morning. Where has my life gone?