There are few things I hate more than when someone uses a message board to ask a question or reach out for help and then after availing themselves of input received (or not) never returning to the board to post an outcome. As a side income I sell primarily US made production knives (pocket, hunting, etc.) and see that done frequently on eBay. Some newbie seller will post their unique dilemma in the eBay discussion boards, get various responses from experienced members, but never return to the board to share if or how their situation was resolved. With that said, I'm back to let you folks know how I made out.
BlueHues's question (above) has haunted me since I read it. It is probably a question that anyone that has ever been addicted to heroin has asked themselves after kicking a habit: "do I really need to go back." I was introduced to dope when I moved to the East Village in my mid 20s (open air days) and I've asked myself that question numerous times since, beginning only a few months after taking my first shot and going through a bout of dope sickness. The answer always is no. I never *need* to get back on H. I've often *wanted* to, however. Separating needs from wants is difficult for many. My wife will try to convince me that she needs a new kitchen. On the contrary, she “wants” a new kitchen. I think Blue's question was a sincere effort to make me take pause and ask myself if I really want the hell that is always associated with a dope run and I thank Blue for that. So, I didn’t need dope, I wanted it.
So, after lurking a number of boards daily for a couple of weeks I latched onto and befriended a registered Yelp member who would weigh in on dope related threads as well as other non-drug related threads (political issues, for example). This eased any fear that she may be LEO and also I could tell by her posts that she was reasonably intelligent. This person lived in Westchester, an area that I am somewhat familiar with. She has a job and a house and a love for dope. Short story is that after some back and forth PMs, I took a chance and made the 4 hour drive to meet her in a public location outside of where she works. She had copped a bundle earlier that day for me. The price she claimed she paid was outrageous and I threw her a generous bone on top of that. But at the end of the day, the dope was as good as it was in the old days and the bags, stamped with a simple red smiley face, were huge. I spent the next couple of days in New York City and we met again a couple of days later to do it all over again.
So, after many hours of lurking, my effort paid off. On top of that, we’ve become Facebook friends and I’m sure we will hook up again.
On an unrelated note, as someone obsessed with dope, I enjoy reading these threads and will continue to do so and may weigh in with my two cents from time to time. Meanwhile, y'all be safe.