Oh get this...true story. I remember way back when, 2005 specifically, when I first found my way up to the infamous "Tenderloin" district of San Francisco and quickly discovered it was an amazingly abundant open-air drug market everywhere you looked, for almost any kind of drug, day or night! Anyway, for my first ever transaction in the TL, on what I would soon learn was an very appropriately named "Pill Hill," I was directed by this one middle-man to a other brotha he knew, after I had asked for some Oxycontin. The guy who actually had product and myself quickly ducked into an "indent off the sidewalk" so he could hand me 6 long white pills. This was all done on a relatively busy street wth plenty of people walking by, clearly very much accustomed to the scene, in the middle of the day...WITH A COP STATION LITERALLY A BLOCK AWAY! Such an amazing sociological study that Tenderloin is lemme tell ya!
Back to the story. So I didn't have a chance to inspect my new property until I felt I was safe, as I coudn't believe I had just bought drugs off the street in the awesome big city of San Fran, exciting stuff for a comfortable suburban kid. Once I checked my pills out though, I immediately knew that they were Vicodins! Without thinking twice practically, I immediately turned aroumd and, confident in my "diplomacy" skillz, headed back to find this ghetto black crackhead dealer, lol!, who had just given me the wrong product that buster! I found him, said my peace, and, amazingly enough, had me give him back the 6 7.5 mg Vicodins, and then he threw me what I would soon learn was a Purdue brand OC 40!
And as you might expect, my visits to 'da TL soon became more commonplace. And I soon "befriended" that ghetto homeless crackhead drug dealing dopefiend! And he would later give me my first puff off the crackpipe, on the house of course! (No, smoking rocks wasn't for me....breaking them down with Vitamin C powder and shooting them with H is though!