Took a trip out to Newark today for the first time in months. I called a dude I had his number saved in my phone back from like 4-5 months ago. He served me a bunch of times and was usually always on point (shorted me a bag once or twice, but he made it up to me) and was always quick in meeting me. Well I called him before I left cause I live like 45-50 mins from Newark and he answered by god. I told him I was coming and he said ok. Once I hit Newark, I called him and told him what I wanted and I'd call him once I'm getting off the exit. The same routine we always did and I never had a problem. Well, I get off the exit and he's not picking up even though I just spoke to him. I'm driving around these projects like a jackass and nobody else is really out that I can see. So I take off and get a hold of him.. tells me he's coming blah blah. Again same shit happened. Then he called back and told me to go up the block blah blah. We never did that. Now I am getting suspicious cause he's not picking up again and has me running around. Plus his voice sounded different. I don't even think it was my dude. After 10 mins of this shit, I'm like fuck this, he's playing games or it's not him or something. So I just deleted his number and I had to hit the streets using my junkie intuition. Checked a few spots around where I was, no dice. Asked some guys on the block, no dice. One of them tried playing me, telling me to count the money in front of him cause he's got the dope. I just rolled the window up and booked out. Now I am pissed. So, I decide to hit up a spot I know about, but never copped there. I've been there a few times with my boys a few years back, so I'm just taking a risk right now scoping it out. I get there and roll my window down, see dude on the corner, I asked him what's up and he just shook his head no. So now I am getting more angry.. I drive into the lot to see what's up and I heard a "YOOOOOOO". Music to my ears. Black kid waving at me. I pulled over and black dude and then a white/spanish looking kid come over. I asked them what's up, yada yada. The white/spanish kid gets in my car and we drive over a bit and park and he checked me out. Showed him my tracks, swapped numbers and he got out and was back with my dope in 30 seconds. Turns out to be pretty damn good dope and at an amazing price too. I negotiated for $X a bag and he was like aight, but just to let you know we do it $Y a bag here, which was CHEAPER! He could have made an extra couple dollars, but I guess the loyalty of a good customer is worth it to him. I picked up on that and he seemed like a cool, straight up dude. Mission success. Newark is still hopping if you know where to go. I mean I checked some old spots from 2 years ago and they were ghost towns. I've heard similar stories from people saying spots are drying up in Newark. I mean they just fired half the police force a year ago. Not sure if it's just bad luck or if open air is dying worse than we all think. Anyone with a junkie's mindset can be dropped off in Newark and cop, it's still extremely easy. But it used to be a lot better too. Anyone else cold copping in Newark notice this?