WholeWhiteBreaD
Bluelighter
Yo, how's everyone doing? Today I partook in my "tradition" of traveling up to the city, San Francisco, to wheel and deal with brothas on the streets.
I had just gone up there yesterday as well, but I felt the need to cut my excursion short because of some "technical difficulties." My lil' homie there who I see just about every time I go up there scored me some.......drumroll please.......black tar Heroin, $20 worth in an official balloon- some nice amber vinegary stuff.
(Sidenote :This was actually my 2nd time buying it, one time before my homie got it for me too. I attempted to chase the dragon with no success so I wasn't too psyched about it this time 'cause I didn't know how to use it. This time I tried mixing it with water and snorting it (as well as smoking it) like I heard to do with no real success either.
Back to the scary "technical difficulties" part. I was talking with this other guy I knew from previous times (he sold me 7 5mg percocets for $5, looked out for me a bit), he was a genuinely cool, legit guy. I had told him I was looking for OC's, so we took a stroll to the main guy he knew. We were waiting to cross the street when I saw a police van coming our way. I could immediately tell that the cop noticed me and my acquaintance associating. I had heroin on me mind you, so I started shitting myself and did my best to look like I was minding my own business and didn't know the guy. The cop pulled to the side of the road as we both crossed the street. We were planning to make a left, but I went straight trying my best to ignore the dude, whispering back to him that I had some shit on me. The cop could obviously tell that something was going on between us, so he backed up and turned onto the street we went straight on.
My acquaintance at first went left, then came back after me talking to me like "what's the matter man, you paranoid?" It clearly looked like he was pestering me to buy drugs or something to the 5-0. I had moved the heroin to my back pocket in a panicked attempt to find my best "stash spot" (I actually thought of blahblahblah's tip to always have a good hiding spot). The cop pulled right alongside us, (I was a few feet ahead of my friend mind you), he got out quickly and I heard him say "Put your hands behind your back." I could not believe this was happening, but incredibly relieved a second later as I realized he was talking to my "friend." I looked back and saw dude getting 'cuffed, and I picked up the pace to round the corner and be out.
So...after nearly getting arrested with Heroin on me, I decided it was best to depart for the day as the cop clearly saw what I looked like.
Cut to today now. I boldly go back to the place, planning to play it safer of course. I'm pretty well-known there by the locals now, so it's no trouble finding stuff. I planned to have the dealers walk with me to a chiller street to do the transaction. I circled the place scoping the scene, and made haste to pick up 3 OC 80's from this chick. I had heard methadone being offered before, and I wanted to try some of that but it's kinda rare I gathered. As luck would have it though, this white guy who I'd seen and conversed with a bit before sold me 2 Methadose 10mg's and a 2mg Klonopin for $16. Worked out great.
I went exploring other parts of the district I hadn't seen yet. So I headed up a few streets, and came across what I soon realized was the "uppers" block. A guy offered me coke, but I ain't trying to do that, but he looked alright so I asked about some speed. He didn't have that but told me to just walk down a ways.
I rounded the corner and could clearly tell this place was "the spot"-plenty of brothas 'n sistas just chillin and the like. I was approached by this brotha with dreads and a camouflage army jacket on, he was sorta goofy and introduced himself and asked what I was looking for. I said glass, and he said of course he got it, but not on him and that we gotta go to this apartment a stone's throw away. Now I usually have a policy not to deal with the middle-men anymore if I can, and didn't want to be going into an apartment where I could get jacked hardcore, but curiosity and the fact that this guy was friendly got the best of me. I was cool with him and he wanted to get to know me and my story along the way.
So my friend hollered at the guy upstairs hanging his head out the window and he came down and let us in. I think I had seen this guy before around, so I told him I wanted $20 worth of glass. I gave him the money and me and my friend waited out on the stairwell. Of course another guy he knew was around so they smoked some crack, wanting me to take a hit but I had to firmly decline. (I am officially desensitized from folks smoking crack-people just doing it out in the open on the street 'n stuff) The crack doesn't really do anything apparent to them on the outside, but I'm sure it satisfies that inner craving.
Now, being inside the apartment complex, if I was gonna get roughed up and jacked, this was the time. So I was very slightly worried about that, but just was cool and casual and my friend was cool and reassured me it was alright (as well as joking that I was wired and working for the cops). The guy who was getting the junk for me was taking his sweet time so we headed back outside.
I quickly gathered that my friend was a very well-known character of the block. We hung out as he introduced me to a few people, sniffed some heroin water (which did nothing), and the like. He was quite entertaining bouncing around there (spun of course), messing with people and riding on the backs of trucks among other things. He got ahold of some glass from this white guy (who offered me speed as soon as we stepped out of the apartment btw), and wanted me to try it, but I wasn't about to get tweaked for my first time out there. He was sorta insulted by this but we still kept it cool- he jokingly pointed out that I could have a prostitute instead-lol. I saw a few pathetic junkies combing over whatever white stuff was on the ground hoping to find that elusive crack rock, needle marks in their face 'n stuff. This was clearly the real druggie hangout, but it wasn't too scary as there was still normal passerbys and commerce about.
Anyways, the guy who was supposed to get the glass never came back out so my friend gave me the rest of his sack which I'm sure is the good shiz as he did it in front of me. I knew the dude was getting it for me was gonna shortchange me 'cause I don't look like one of his typical customers. But I was fine with what I got, cause I'm sure it's enough to have a first-timer like me speeding like crazy. Eventually I bid farewell to my newfound friend, gave him a few bux 'cause he was cool, and headed out.
On my way back to the car, I stumbled upon a regular guy I’ve dealt with before and bought some vicodin just 'cause. I went back to my car and popped one of the methadone pills, cause I was planning to go walk around the main street looking for some new sunglasses. I didn't really feel anything from that surprisingly, as I hear it's incredibly powerful stuff for non-junkies. (I seriously wonder if I'm one of those few opiate-immune people, or limited effectiveness). I went back to the area looking for some more methadone, and this rougher guy tried to pressure me into buying what I thought were bunk red 30 mg methadone pills (Does methadone come like this?). However, I copped 6 codeine 4's from this other guy 'cause they were only a buck a piece. Didn't find any sunglasses, but besides that it was quite a successful trip, so I called it a day.
Back at home in suburbia now I write this pleasantly stimulated from the 80mg Oxy I parachuted, and 40 mg I railed. I just have a phucking insane tolerance for a noob huh? I plan to test the speed tomorrow and its effectiveness as a study aid among other things. It's fun to play with fire!!
And holy shit I can write a lot when buzzing on Oxy and talking about a cool subject!!!
I had just gone up there yesterday as well, but I felt the need to cut my excursion short because of some "technical difficulties." My lil' homie there who I see just about every time I go up there scored me some.......drumroll please.......black tar Heroin, $20 worth in an official balloon- some nice amber vinegary stuff.
(Sidenote :This was actually my 2nd time buying it, one time before my homie got it for me too. I attempted to chase the dragon with no success so I wasn't too psyched about it this time 'cause I didn't know how to use it. This time I tried mixing it with water and snorting it (as well as smoking it) like I heard to do with no real success either.
Back to the scary "technical difficulties" part. I was talking with this other guy I knew from previous times (he sold me 7 5mg percocets for $5, looked out for me a bit), he was a genuinely cool, legit guy. I had told him I was looking for OC's, so we took a stroll to the main guy he knew. We were waiting to cross the street when I saw a police van coming our way. I could immediately tell that the cop noticed me and my acquaintance associating. I had heroin on me mind you, so I started shitting myself and did my best to look like I was minding my own business and didn't know the guy. The cop pulled to the side of the road as we both crossed the street. We were planning to make a left, but I went straight trying my best to ignore the dude, whispering back to him that I had some shit on me. The cop could obviously tell that something was going on between us, so he backed up and turned onto the street we went straight on.
My acquaintance at first went left, then came back after me talking to me like "what's the matter man, you paranoid?" It clearly looked like he was pestering me to buy drugs or something to the 5-0. I had moved the heroin to my back pocket in a panicked attempt to find my best "stash spot" (I actually thought of blahblahblah's tip to always have a good hiding spot). The cop pulled right alongside us, (I was a few feet ahead of my friend mind you), he got out quickly and I heard him say "Put your hands behind your back." I could not believe this was happening, but incredibly relieved a second later as I realized he was talking to my "friend." I looked back and saw dude getting 'cuffed, and I picked up the pace to round the corner and be out.
So...after nearly getting arrested with Heroin on me, I decided it was best to depart for the day as the cop clearly saw what I looked like.
Cut to today now. I boldly go back to the place, planning to play it safer of course. I'm pretty well-known there by the locals now, so it's no trouble finding stuff. I planned to have the dealers walk with me to a chiller street to do the transaction. I circled the place scoping the scene, and made haste to pick up 3 OC 80's from this chick. I had heard methadone being offered before, and I wanted to try some of that but it's kinda rare I gathered. As luck would have it though, this white guy who I'd seen and conversed with a bit before sold me 2 Methadose 10mg's and a 2mg Klonopin for $16. Worked out great.
I went exploring other parts of the district I hadn't seen yet. So I headed up a few streets, and came across what I soon realized was the "uppers" block. A guy offered me coke, but I ain't trying to do that, but he looked alright so I asked about some speed. He didn't have that but told me to just walk down a ways.
I rounded the corner and could clearly tell this place was "the spot"-plenty of brothas 'n sistas just chillin and the like. I was approached by this brotha with dreads and a camouflage army jacket on, he was sorta goofy and introduced himself and asked what I was looking for. I said glass, and he said of course he got it, but not on him and that we gotta go to this apartment a stone's throw away. Now I usually have a policy not to deal with the middle-men anymore if I can, and didn't want to be going into an apartment where I could get jacked hardcore, but curiosity and the fact that this guy was friendly got the best of me. I was cool with him and he wanted to get to know me and my story along the way.
So my friend hollered at the guy upstairs hanging his head out the window and he came down and let us in. I think I had seen this guy before around, so I told him I wanted $20 worth of glass. I gave him the money and me and my friend waited out on the stairwell. Of course another guy he knew was around so they smoked some crack, wanting me to take a hit but I had to firmly decline. (I am officially desensitized from folks smoking crack-people just doing it out in the open on the street 'n stuff) The crack doesn't really do anything apparent to them on the outside, but I'm sure it satisfies that inner craving.
Now, being inside the apartment complex, if I was gonna get roughed up and jacked, this was the time. So I was very slightly worried about that, but just was cool and casual and my friend was cool and reassured me it was alright (as well as joking that I was wired and working for the cops). The guy who was getting the junk for me was taking his sweet time so we headed back outside.
I quickly gathered that my friend was a very well-known character of the block. We hung out as he introduced me to a few people, sniffed some heroin water (which did nothing), and the like. He was quite entertaining bouncing around there (spun of course), messing with people and riding on the backs of trucks among other things. He got ahold of some glass from this white guy (who offered me speed as soon as we stepped out of the apartment btw), and wanted me to try it, but I wasn't about to get tweaked for my first time out there. He was sorta insulted by this but we still kept it cool- he jokingly pointed out that I could have a prostitute instead-lol. I saw a few pathetic junkies combing over whatever white stuff was on the ground hoping to find that elusive crack rock, needle marks in their face 'n stuff. This was clearly the real druggie hangout, but it wasn't too scary as there was still normal passerbys and commerce about.
Anyways, the guy who was supposed to get the glass never came back out so my friend gave me the rest of his sack which I'm sure is the good shiz as he did it in front of me. I knew the dude was getting it for me was gonna shortchange me 'cause I don't look like one of his typical customers. But I was fine with what I got, cause I'm sure it's enough to have a first-timer like me speeding like crazy. Eventually I bid farewell to my newfound friend, gave him a few bux 'cause he was cool, and headed out.
On my way back to the car, I stumbled upon a regular guy I’ve dealt with before and bought some vicodin just 'cause. I went back to my car and popped one of the methadone pills, cause I was planning to go walk around the main street looking for some new sunglasses. I didn't really feel anything from that surprisingly, as I hear it's incredibly powerful stuff for non-junkies. (I seriously wonder if I'm one of those few opiate-immune people, or limited effectiveness). I went back to the area looking for some more methadone, and this rougher guy tried to pressure me into buying what I thought were bunk red 30 mg methadone pills (Does methadone come like this?). However, I copped 6 codeine 4's from this other guy 'cause they were only a buck a piece. Didn't find any sunglasses, but besides that it was quite a successful trip, so I called it a day.
Back at home in suburbia now I write this pleasantly stimulated from the 80mg Oxy I parachuted, and 40 mg I railed. I just have a phucking insane tolerance for a noob huh? I plan to test the speed tomorrow and its effectiveness as a study aid among other things. It's fun to play with fire!!
And holy shit I can write a lot when buzzing on Oxy and talking about a cool subject!!!
