KodytheLoadie
Greenlighter
So first off, been gone not annoying y'all for a while. I haven't read any responses to my last post, but am looking forward to it. But, no, I'm actually not dead, lol....
So basically my wife and I were getting strung off on, like, a couple different substances a few months back, so we totally quit everything. Needless to say it's pretty fucking bomb being in a relationship and having the kind of mutual support and system of accountability where the pair of you can go from meth and heroin every single day for months on end and then tell each other, 'alright no more fuckin off' and you actually quit.
Blah blah blah, life is fucking boring as shit, so we found some brown shit and messed with that over the weekend. Really that shit doesn't bother me at all. Like, we aren't child pornographers or fucking radicalized islamic militants or some shit. We do drugs and sit at home and make art for a weekend, fuckin sue me. We sort of wanted just a point to finish out the day, right?
Enter: Someone I know (legitimately a third party, just to clarify, lol) I heard like a week ago from mutual friends that they got raided. Total waste of taxpayer money, they couldn't of gotten even a quarter ounce off the fuckin streets raiding this guy, seriously a minnow, you know? Well he has like the only legit hook up in this town, I swear, and the place is dead, like apparently DEA has been all over this bitch the past few weeks. Nothing scary for me because I haven't been around the crowd for a good period of time. My spider senses must have been going off, lol.
So my buddy is a stand up guy. He's a former marine, injured Iraqi war vet has his shit together... by all means does not need money from doing whatever he may or may not do. I really think he'd have the balls to bitch a detective out like I would do. "You want me to rat bitch? Where's my fuckin cell?" you know? Loose lips sink ships. And I KNOW he's the sort of person who, were he being watched, would give me a heads up like "Dude, I'm going out of town for a few weeks" or something. He hasn't been contacting me at all except right when he got out I called to legit ask what was up (feel him out, are you my friend still sorta shit). He talked for a minute but had to go pretty quick for some reasonable reason that I accepted, obviously. Besides we're both men of few words so we wouldn't ever sit and talk like school girls on the phone or nothing, so, whatever it seemed fine to me.
Anyway news flash, you lose contact with some people for a month and I'm now realizing I live in a damn drug desert. So I HAD told my wife not to call, text, contact the dude at all for a while. She listened about as well as any woman can generally be expected to (Joking, ladies I swear. But on second thought, actually yea you guys listen to really important shit like a fuckin rock. LOVE YOU BABY IF YOU'RE READING XOXO!). So we couldn't find, like I said, trying to finish out our weekend, and she took the liberty of texting our friend, of course, and came to me and said "Oh, so-and-so said he can help us out".
SO MY ACTUAL TOPIC:
So I looked over my wife's texts to him and he seemed ok earlier. But it's taking him forever to respond (hours sometimes), and he's like "oh i got you covered," "Can I drop by with that money I borrowed last week (don't owe him money), is it okay (never text okay, always ok) (real drug people are like "yep I know that drill" right now, lol)- is it 'okay' if i come by sometime (No specific timeframe, can I come by and pay you some money and not receive anything in return, would that be safe?). Like, I'm honest to god not a complete know nothing jackass, I swear. And he won't text back for two fuckin hours (honestly, still pretty typical. Fucking drug dealers these days, I swear!). So I'll text a while later, "How's work?" (He doesn't work, I think you guys get the drill etc etc.) and he'll text right back "Yea I got you," then again, "is it okay to come by?" and fuckin nothing!
So my wife and I were talking like 'Ok, is he trying to say quit hounding me, leave me alone type shit and he's just doing a terrible job?'. I get how setup buys etc. work, like, people don't WANT to set you up the punk ass cops fucking MAKE people set you up. And if you don't go along they'll just tap your phone and monitor your house because some jack ass bitch wrote this bullshit patriot act shit. Second thought, 'Ok he's just being a shitty fucking typical drug dealer ignoring my ass or not seeing messages'. I'd honestly hope that's it (and it probably is) because that means he's so not worried about it that he's just doing his typical everyday shit like nothing. Or third note, I've been out of the scene, all the years and contacts I've been using in this town, I'm on nobody's fucking radar because I'm not a complete fucking moron and I cover my ass and because I'm a badass motherfucker who plays the game and don't let the game play him (DUH!), so third thought, like 'Baby pick the window you want to go out of because you DIDNT FUCKING LISTEN, and now I'm already fucked and the bad guys (Yes, actually, the cops ARE the fucking bad guys when push comes to shove) ALREADY have my number now and if I go there then they'll have my license plate number and a picture too...' Oh wait if they have my phone number then they already ordered me some fucking flowers for my birthday coming up, called my grandpa in florida and rolled out front my place twice while I was smoking to check and make sure my driver's license pic still looked accurate to their standards. Oh wait they didn't have to do any of that because when they got my guy and looked at his phone I know he had strings of texts from me (old) in which we spoke pretty fucking plainly, so they've had all my shit for a week and they (most likely) don't fucking care because I'm not even a fucking minnow. I don't sell drugs or buy quantities of shit or trade in little suzie's fucking bicycle, I'm a legit recreational user. I don't appear on their give a flying fuck meter at all, just the way I like it. Seems reasonable where I'm sitting.
So my friend was out of jail pretty quick (not scary quick but he definitely didn't get his cellie's girl's number so he could check in when he got out). I'd imagine if they got him at primetime, they got like, maybe a ball or something (Of dark stuff, i'm not sure if that was clear heretofore). Probably bags, a measuring device, because, like me, my friend let himself get too fucking comfortable and was acting a fool. So I'd imagine they bitched him out good but I can't imagine they didn't throw any numbers around that any MAN WITH BALLS AND A WORD WORTH A SHIT (sorry) wouldn't just eat. Like I'd eat 6 months over being a rat, I'd eat a year, idk what my limit on eating my life away would be because no cop has ever had the pleasure of telling me about it. He's a first time offender (I know this as a fact), and our state, without giving away too much about my location... well let's just say I'd smoke weed outside the bar in the middle of downtown without a single quarter-fuck being given, so they're pretty lenient on drug offenders here. Yea, I'm aware leniency is a short leash when you're talking about things that are sold by points over grams, but still.... Other caveat; Like, I only want a point so A) any fucking cop gets me I'm gonna bitch THAT MOTHERFUCKER out for wasting my fucking tax dollars over such a piss on amount and B) I mean I haven't done ALLLLLLL the shit I've done (And I have) to go down on something that cannot be weighed using american measurement systems. I'll eat that shit, right in front of the fucking cop I'll fucking chew it up and everything "Yea tasty bitch, fuckin smarten up, boys!"
So my actual thing is like, risk reward, what are your personal opinions about something resembling my situation. And maybe if you know (firsthand) about any extra sneaky shit they've started to pull (Very recently! I'm aware that if a place were wired I should not look around too intently at anything and definitely don't talk about SHIT except the weather and the twenty bucks I owe you, thanks, man, that shit totally fuckin saved us from our power getting shut off). I don't need horror stories, I've heard your version, you've heard mine, so Ain't nobody time fo that!
So basically my wife and I were getting strung off on, like, a couple different substances a few months back, so we totally quit everything. Needless to say it's pretty fucking bomb being in a relationship and having the kind of mutual support and system of accountability where the pair of you can go from meth and heroin every single day for months on end and then tell each other, 'alright no more fuckin off' and you actually quit.
Blah blah blah, life is fucking boring as shit, so we found some brown shit and messed with that over the weekend. Really that shit doesn't bother me at all. Like, we aren't child pornographers or fucking radicalized islamic militants or some shit. We do drugs and sit at home and make art for a weekend, fuckin sue me. We sort of wanted just a point to finish out the day, right?
Enter: Someone I know (legitimately a third party, just to clarify, lol) I heard like a week ago from mutual friends that they got raided. Total waste of taxpayer money, they couldn't of gotten even a quarter ounce off the fuckin streets raiding this guy, seriously a minnow, you know? Well he has like the only legit hook up in this town, I swear, and the place is dead, like apparently DEA has been all over this bitch the past few weeks. Nothing scary for me because I haven't been around the crowd for a good period of time. My spider senses must have been going off, lol.
So my buddy is a stand up guy. He's a former marine, injured Iraqi war vet has his shit together... by all means does not need money from doing whatever he may or may not do. I really think he'd have the balls to bitch a detective out like I would do. "You want me to rat bitch? Where's my fuckin cell?" you know? Loose lips sink ships. And I KNOW he's the sort of person who, were he being watched, would give me a heads up like "Dude, I'm going out of town for a few weeks" or something. He hasn't been contacting me at all except right when he got out I called to legit ask what was up (feel him out, are you my friend still sorta shit). He talked for a minute but had to go pretty quick for some reasonable reason that I accepted, obviously. Besides we're both men of few words so we wouldn't ever sit and talk like school girls on the phone or nothing, so, whatever it seemed fine to me.
Anyway news flash, you lose contact with some people for a month and I'm now realizing I live in a damn drug desert. So I HAD told my wife not to call, text, contact the dude at all for a while. She listened about as well as any woman can generally be expected to (Joking, ladies I swear. But on second thought, actually yea you guys listen to really important shit like a fuckin rock. LOVE YOU BABY IF YOU'RE READING XOXO!). So we couldn't find, like I said, trying to finish out our weekend, and she took the liberty of texting our friend, of course, and came to me and said "Oh, so-and-so said he can help us out".
SO MY ACTUAL TOPIC:
So I looked over my wife's texts to him and he seemed ok earlier. But it's taking him forever to respond (hours sometimes), and he's like "oh i got you covered," "Can I drop by with that money I borrowed last week (don't owe him money), is it okay (never text okay, always ok) (real drug people are like "yep I know that drill" right now, lol)- is it 'okay' if i come by sometime (No specific timeframe, can I come by and pay you some money and not receive anything in return, would that be safe?). Like, I'm honest to god not a complete know nothing jackass, I swear. And he won't text back for two fuckin hours (honestly, still pretty typical. Fucking drug dealers these days, I swear!). So I'll text a while later, "How's work?" (He doesn't work, I think you guys get the drill etc etc.) and he'll text right back "Yea I got you," then again, "is it okay to come by?" and fuckin nothing!
So my wife and I were talking like 'Ok, is he trying to say quit hounding me, leave me alone type shit and he's just doing a terrible job?'. I get how setup buys etc. work, like, people don't WANT to set you up the punk ass cops fucking MAKE people set you up. And if you don't go along they'll just tap your phone and monitor your house because some jack ass bitch wrote this bullshit patriot act shit. Second thought, 'Ok he's just being a shitty fucking typical drug dealer ignoring my ass or not seeing messages'. I'd honestly hope that's it (and it probably is) because that means he's so not worried about it that he's just doing his typical everyday shit like nothing. Or third note, I've been out of the scene, all the years and contacts I've been using in this town, I'm on nobody's fucking radar because I'm not a complete fucking moron and I cover my ass and because I'm a badass motherfucker who plays the game and don't let the game play him (DUH!), so third thought, like 'Baby pick the window you want to go out of because you DIDNT FUCKING LISTEN, and now I'm already fucked and the bad guys (Yes, actually, the cops ARE the fucking bad guys when push comes to shove) ALREADY have my number now and if I go there then they'll have my license plate number and a picture too...' Oh wait if they have my phone number then they already ordered me some fucking flowers for my birthday coming up, called my grandpa in florida and rolled out front my place twice while I was smoking to check and make sure my driver's license pic still looked accurate to their standards. Oh wait they didn't have to do any of that because when they got my guy and looked at his phone I know he had strings of texts from me (old) in which we spoke pretty fucking plainly, so they've had all my shit for a week and they (most likely) don't fucking care because I'm not even a fucking minnow. I don't sell drugs or buy quantities of shit or trade in little suzie's fucking bicycle, I'm a legit recreational user. I don't appear on their give a flying fuck meter at all, just the way I like it. Seems reasonable where I'm sitting.
So my friend was out of jail pretty quick (not scary quick but he definitely didn't get his cellie's girl's number so he could check in when he got out). I'd imagine if they got him at primetime, they got like, maybe a ball or something (Of dark stuff, i'm not sure if that was clear heretofore). Probably bags, a measuring device, because, like me, my friend let himself get too fucking comfortable and was acting a fool. So I'd imagine they bitched him out good but I can't imagine they didn't throw any numbers around that any MAN WITH BALLS AND A WORD WORTH A SHIT (sorry) wouldn't just eat. Like I'd eat 6 months over being a rat, I'd eat a year, idk what my limit on eating my life away would be because no cop has ever had the pleasure of telling me about it. He's a first time offender (I know this as a fact), and our state, without giving away too much about my location... well let's just say I'd smoke weed outside the bar in the middle of downtown without a single quarter-fuck being given, so they're pretty lenient on drug offenders here. Yea, I'm aware leniency is a short leash when you're talking about things that are sold by points over grams, but still.... Other caveat; Like, I only want a point so A) any fucking cop gets me I'm gonna bitch THAT MOTHERFUCKER out for wasting my fucking tax dollars over such a piss on amount and B) I mean I haven't done ALLLLLLL the shit I've done (And I have) to go down on something that cannot be weighed using american measurement systems. I'll eat that shit, right in front of the fucking cop I'll fucking chew it up and everything "Yea tasty bitch, fuckin smarten up, boys!"
So my actual thing is like, risk reward, what are your personal opinions about something resembling my situation. And maybe if you know (firsthand) about any extra sneaky shit they've started to pull (Very recently! I'm aware that if a place were wired I should not look around too intently at anything and definitely don't talk about SHIT except the weather and the twenty bucks I owe you, thanks, man, that shit totally fuckin saved us from our power getting shut off). I don't need horror stories, I've heard your version, you've heard mine, so Ain't nobody time fo that!
