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I had a friend introduce us to her dealer just recently, and he's got good bags, but man is he a pain in the ass.

I've only seen him maybe two, three times on my own, but each time he yells at me for doing something wrong. I've been in the game long enough to know what I'm doing, and I see plenty of dealers... plenty of them... and no dealer has ever had to chide me or whatever. I don't short dealers, I show up to the spot where they tell me to go, when they tell me to go, and I'm just a good customer.

But this guy, he asks me every time I call, "who's this?" I've only seen him a few times, but I've called him plenty of times before and he hasn't been around on a couple of occassions. I tell him who it is every time, but he never remembers. Then, one time when he was around, he asked me who I was, and then he said something that sounded like, "what's your number?" I thought he meant my phone number, which confused me, so I said, "huh?" He shouted, "the number! the number! how - many - do - you - need? three? four? five?" I understood then, of course, and told him I needed five.

He shows up relatively quickly, but he shows up with a girl I had never seen before. (I've seen him more than three times when I was bringing my friend to see him, so I sort of understood how meeting him worked.) She jumps out of the car and comes up to me like, "the directions! you got the directions?" It was like she was crazy, talking all fast and whatever. At first, I wasn't even sure my dude was in the car because I couldn't see who was driving, just this girl I didn't know who was standing outside my car. She looks back at him and says, "what's wrong with this kid?" From behind the wheel, he shouts, "the directions, man! you got those directions?"

Then I understood after seeing him, of course, and I gave the girl the money, and she gave me the bags. But it was just so hectic and stupid and I hate being yelled at. Honestly, his bags are pretty good, but if this is how he does business, well then what the fuck? I don't think I'll go back to him... for real.
 
all my regular connections dried up and now i'm paying chump prices for green. my dealer is making 15 bucks on every eighth and it drives me insane. about to quit this fucking plant out of necessity...
 
verso said:
I had a friend introduce us to her dealer just recently, and he's got good bags, but man is he a pain in the ass.

I've only seen him maybe two, three times on my own, but each time he yells at me for doing something wrong. I've been in the game long enough to know what I'm doing, and I see plenty of dealers... plenty of them... and no dealer has ever had to chide me or whatever. I don't short dealers, I show up to the spot where they tell me to go, when they tell me to go, and I'm just a good customer.

But this guy, he asks me every time I call, "who's this?" I've only seen him a few times, but I've called him plenty of times before and he hasn't been around on a couple of occassions. I tell him who it is every time, but he never remembers. Then, one time when he was around, he asked me who I was, and then he said something that sounded like, "what's your number?" I thought he meant my phone number, which confused me, so I said, "huh?" He shouted, "the number! the number! how - many - do - you - need? three? four? five?" I understood then, of course, and told him I needed five.

He shows up relatively quickly, but he shows up with a girl I had never seen before. (I've seen him more than three times when I was bringing my friend to see him, so I sort of understood how meeting him worked.) She jumps out of the car and comes up to me like, "the directions! you got the directions?" It was like she was crazy, talking all fast and whatever. At first, I wasn't even sure my dude was in the car because I couldn't see who was driving, just this girl I didn't know who was standing outside my car. She looks back at him and says, "what's wrong with this kid?" From behind the wheel, he shouts, "the directions, man! you got those directions?"

Then I understood after seeing him, of course, and I gave the girl the money, and she gave me the bags. But it was just so hectic and stupid and I hate being yelled at. Honestly, his bags are pretty good, but if this is how he does business, well then what the fuck? I don't think I'll go back to him... for real.
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Fuck that.
 
i've had many of the same problems shared in this thread in the past, kinda makes me glad that i don't have to go through that shit on a regular basis anymore, as not feeling good will amplify any problems 10x! the main issue i've always encountered are waiting, waiting, and more waiting! once you get to know your guy, you can usually judge the time better. example:15 minutes=he might be leaving in 15, so we're looking at 45 minutes. :X

i'm pretty understanding, and i realize that other people's lives don't revolve around me, even if they are making money, so i try my best to be patient. with that said, i would rather just be told the truth, rather than the constant bs. some people think they might lose the sale if they tell you how long its really gonna be, and that might be true sometimes, but honesty is a great trait, and it helps foster longterm mutually beneficial relationships!

i usually get things dropped off for a number of reasons, the main one being that i know there are no cops in my driveway! ;) i'm even willing to throw in a few bucks extra, so if i'm waiting longer than expected at home its not too big of a deal, plenty of things to occupy me. the thing is, when i have to meet at a store/parking lot somewhere, its shady and bad for both parties if i'm having to sit there for a while. its even more obvious when there are a few guys waiting who look like death, not good! why don't people realize that they are drawing more heat to themselves by having people wait for long periods of time, who knows!

a way that i've learned to get around this is to learn their patterns, and adjust. example: dude says meet me here, call me when you get there. now i know that this dope will take his sweet time, and usually take 20-30 minutes. solution, i tell him i'm there when i'm 20-30 minutes away! %) now occasionally this can bite you in the ass if the guy actually lives up to his word, but i find that rarely happens. the few times it did, i politely gave them a dose of their own medicine. "right around the block, be there in 2 minutes. sorry i got pulled over(funny the cop let me off with a warning though, thats why i don't have a ticket! :p ) car broke down, the dog got loose." you know, the usual excuses! =D
 
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figured i would share a horror story from years ago... long story short, i moved a few states away for a summer on account of some great high paying seasonal work! this was when i had just started to develop a pretty heavy oxy habit, but the realities of what that meant were still not all that clear to me at the time. well, i was able to put a decent amount of money together and grab what i thought would be enough to last me a while if i rationed them, yeah right! :\

so i made plans to drive back home for a day and re-up. i planned this out great, and talked to my guy and made sure that he knew the situation i was in, and let him know that it was worth it for him, not some small sale by any means. he assured me that everything was all set, and to call him on my way up and let him know how my progress was. this was close to a 400 mile journey one-way, so i was pretty nervous about things going wrong, but the guy was a friend on top of everything so i was confident things would work out!

i called him a few times on the way up, and he assured me that we were golden, so i was happy. i get about 30 miles away, and i let him know that i should be there in 25 minutes or so. he says that he had some bad news, and my heart sunk. it felt like i had gotten punched in the stomach! i thought for a second that he was just fucking with me, as we had a habit of fucking around with each other like that, pretty sick when you stop and think about it. apparently, he got rid of almost 90% of what he had saved for me, a real mindfuck when the gas i bought cost more than what he had saved for me! :X i remember punching the steering wheel so hard that i was lucky the airbag didn't go off! i met up with him, and grabbed my 5 pills. he was real sorry, and actually only charged me for 4 of them, but all things considering, that hardly made up for it! i was however able to meet up with an old friend and grab a sack of bud, which helped lessen the blow a bit, but not much!


moral of the story: don't ever expect things in the drug world to work out, and life is much better without an opiate addiction driving you to do outlandish things just to feel "normal"! %)
 
I wouldn't call this guy "my dealer" but I'd like to bitch about someone that I bought drugs from recently.

I got molly through one of my friends (wasn't actual MDMA tho). When we got to the house, she just went in and got it so I didn't see the kid she got it from. It ended up not being great at all. Ok. Now 3 days later, I am unknowingly in the car with the kid who sold me that, with a different friend this time who is just buying weed. Then he starts asking us if we want any crystal molly and starts talking about how legit it is cos it's crystal and all that nonsense. And I told him I recently had crystal molly and it wasn't good. He gets pissed, asking me what was bad about it, well basically there was no euphoria or empathy, just stimulation. That's when we pull up to the house and I realize it was his drugs I'd taken, so I told him that and now he's more pissed. And everything from that point on just made me so mad. He started listing all these people I could ask about his molly, 2 of them were really good friends of mine so I knew he was full of shit (I asked them later, they'd never taken it). Then said I must've not taken enough, and when I informed him I took 250mg, he had no clue what that meant. I had to tell him 250mg = .25g. And then told me my problem was the fact that I just swallowed it as a rock, and that I should've crushed it up and parachuted.

I guess it's not really that bad. I just found his ignorance about the drugs he's selling to people rage-inducing.
 
@pell- I wouldn't call that guy your friend, and honestly, I would have jacked his ass for the 5 pills (and i never jack people). That is such bullshit, he fucking KNEW you drove all that way....lol that story mad MY heart sink lol.
 
So I'm not sure if this is really an appropriate "bitch about you dealer" post, but my old H dealer called me this morning, saying that he has fire. Sounds cool and all, and hey I like drugs still, but have been sober from THAT drug in particular after having lots of problems with it almost a year ago. And now, this phone call pretty much has made me loss all of my progress and have that craving to go back and use... 8(

I guess really, I'm more pissed that them being the person they are and being an old friend of mine before the drugs came into play so long ago made me make plans to hang out. But really, I suppose it's me I'm more pissed at for WANTING to fucking use, and lose everything that I came so far to accomplish. But in reality, I guess theoretically you are your own drug dealer so to say? Considering it's always my decision to buy the drugs, and administer the drugs into my own body.. I push them on myself, they're just providing me with my habit getting the best of me. Complete shit, wish I would have just not answered the fucking phone. :!
 
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....he says that he had some bad news, and my heart sunk. it felt like i had gotten punched in the stomach! i thought for a second that he was just fucking with me, as we had a habit of fucking around with each other like that, pretty sick when you stop and think about it. apparently, he got rid of almost 90% of what he had saved for me, a real mindfuck when the gas i bought cost more than what he had saved for me! :X i remember punching the steering wheel so hard that i was lucky the airbag didn't go off! i met up with him, and grabbed my 5 pills. he was real sorry, and actually only charged me for 4 of them, but all things considering, that hardly made up for it! i was however able to meet up with an old friend and grab a sack of bud, which helped lessen the blow a bit, but not much!
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Holy fuck reading this story made me rage! What an asshole!

Honestly, we never beat people, short people or whatever, but I would have found some way to rip that guy off and get those five pills without paying.

I mean, hell, the guy knew that you were driving all that way, and yet he still decided to sell the pills on you... there's no excuse for that. It's just a really, really shitty thing to do. What an unbelievable dick...
 
verso said:
Holy fuck reading this story made me rage! What an asshole!

Honestly, we never beat people, short people or whatever, but I would have found some way to rip that guy off and get those five pills without paying.

I mean, hell, the guy knew that you were driving all that way, and yet he still decided to sell the pills on you... there's no excuse for that. It's just a really, really shitty thing to do. What an unbelievable dick...
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yeah, it was a pretty rude awakening! like i said, i was very naive opiate wise at the time, and just didn't realize that deceit and money would put friendships on the back-burner almost each and every time. i never really understood up until that point when people would say that they were so angry that they were in a daze, but after this i sure did! the thing that just killed me on top of the disappointment was that it took almost 3 full tanks of gas, and close to 16 hours on the road for peanuts. i try to look on the bright side though. as bad as it was, at least the cops weren't involved, as i would take being severely let down over being arrested any day! %)
 
My cocaine dealer is fuckin on-point with his shit: he always comes in 30 minutes of me calling him, his price is low, his product is awesome, and he always picks up and is rarely dry. However my dope dealer is horrible: hes only on deck for about a week at a time, and then dries up and stays dry for 1-2 months, his tar is of varying quality and is fairly pricey compared to dealers I've had in the past, and he never delivers, but he's the only dealer I know who can even get heroin.
 
My main bitch they're all so gorgeous I've developed a crush on the last 3 of them. Why does male dealers need to be so hot? And they always say "We can keep in touch". Rarely seen anyone as attractive. At least the last I contacted has got clean, so that's one less temptations less. I guess attractive guys do better in the drug scene - I don't know.
 
He constantly owes me. He's a friend, and always comes through when I need him, but he never hits me back all at once. He says that it's good for me, because then I have a reserve favor I can call in.
 
My oxycodone guy has been dry for 3 months. Had to buy shitty percocets off another dude and not even good percocets, those damn tylox's. Later found out it was because his supplier died.
 
rhun said:
Any girls here have to deal with dealers liking them too much?
I go through a lot of dealers because they start calling me daily and it ain't about dope...
I could use them to get free shit but it wouldn't be really free and I'm just not the kind of person. I pay for my shit or I don't use at all.
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Yea. I dont think its that they like us too much, i assume they think were an easy lay because they have what we want. My guy moved into the apartment behind mine (he needed a place to movebto asap and i told him that a unit in my building was open and he ended up moving in) anyway, he thinks it kosher to just drop by my place anytime w out calling. Its really becoming a hassle. But i shouldnt bitch because if i need dope its ten steps away and hes always packin. Very efficent mexican. The other day this sac chaser OD'd in his apt and he ran to mine yelling and banging on my door that theres a dead girl in his apt. Ran over and gave her cpr and put her in cold ahower, and just when i was about to say lets load her in my car she barely opened her eyes and made that gurgling gasp so i knew she was alive. She was able to nod her head and i asked if she wanted to go to Er and she said no. Was very freaky.

Anyway, he wants sex all the time and its annoying. Not every user is a dope whore.
 
Fucking tax sux. So nice to have an mmj card my "dealers" were always cutie young girls who made good small talk. Cant bitch about them.
 
Maybe because of where I live, I never get issues with dealers not having stuff. Plenty of what I want going around. Issues are usually with buying/selling and if the transaction is not completed there and then (money changing hands etc) and you have to chase people up for goods or money later = literally know that's it you're getting screwed over.

It's also awkward if you are buying from friends because you want mates rates but you don't want to feel like you're taking advantage. I don't know, I just feel guilty.

One dealer I had was exactly like James Franco in Pineapple express, in the sense that he'd want to hang out or smoke a joint every time I went to his to buy/he came over to mine. He wasn't creeping or romantically interested he was just very very social and friendly. Quite sweet but awkward because I didn't know the rules about dealer/friendship dynamics
 
Man, the dealers we see are absolutely insane. We had one dealer who has gotten picked up like, four times this year, and all his cases have been delayed, and he always gets out on bond somehow, and he always goes right back into it. He actually made the news, and it was funny because one of the arresting officers is quoted as having said, "we keep hitting him, and he just keeps on opening up shop again." They held him on 1 million dollars bail, and somehow he must have gotten it reduced or something because he's back out now.

Another one of our dealers just recently had his door kicked in, and he was back at it a day later. He was actually on the phone with someone when he rolled up on us to serve us, and he was like, "yeah, yeah I got picked up yesterday..." like it was no big thing. I guess that, for these guys, it's just all part of the game and they know that it's what comes with the territory. I don't know...
 
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