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weekend addiction said:
We need a bitch about your customers thread. i don't sell but I used to sell small time. 10's and 20's mostly. Customers can be real assholes. Don't do this and your dealer won't hate you.
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Someone made a post from the dealers POV in this thread about giving advise to dealers.

As for your discussion with verso, an important thing to keep in mind is if the dealer is a full-time dealer (this is their only source of income, and is their job), or if they just deal on the side. If the person if a full-time dealer, then I wouldn't be as hesitant to call them back more frequently if they aren't answering, as opposed to someone that deals as a side gig.
 
Tommyboy said:
Someone made a post from the dealers POV in this thread about giving advise to dealers.

As for your discussion with verso, an important thing to keep in mind is if the dealer is a full-time dealer (this is their only source of income, and is their job), or if they just deal on the side. If the person if a full-time dealer, then I wouldn't be as hesitant to call them back more frequently if they aren't answering, as opposed to someone that deals as a side gig.
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Yeah, I was always a pain in the ass customer, because I couldn't stand to wait.

I remember this one time, actually last year on valentines day, I told my mom I was going to an aa meeting, but actually got on the train to meet up with some junkies I knew from a prior rehab at their tiny studio apartment by st.Mark st. They were having a bunch of people over, because their main heroin connection had just got arrested, so they were trying to hook up the busted dealer's partner with some new clientele. All in all there were about ten people jammed into this tiny apartment, jonesing like crazy, waiting for this prick to come downtown. We kept phoning him every five minutes and each time we'd get the same response "yeah, I'm like two blocks away." Obviously I was getting especially nervous, as I had a narrow window of time to get my drugs, and get back into Brooklyn without being suspicious.

Anyway we called this guy again (probably the fifteenth phone call), and he tells us, "yeah, I'm leaving Harlem now."
By this point, I already knew I was not going to possibly get home on time anyway, so I just decided to wait for the drugs, and face whatever shit fate dealt me. I remember looking sadly out the window, as if the dealers car was going to suddenly appear, materialize in downtown manhattan from Harlem. My friend walked up next to me and said, "I know that look, the look of absolute despair..." and then we all just sat there in silence, because there really wasn't much to say after that.

Eventually the asshole does show up, along with his girlfriend, and they come upstairs. We're already throwing down our cash, and drawing up water into our syringes before the guy even pulls the drugs out. I finally get my little bag of coke, and throw it in the cooker, and everyone else is fixing up there smack, and meanwhile the dealers just making casual conversation with his girlfriend in the other room, while about ten people are shooting up drugs. As soon as the coke hit me, the situation became so absurd it was laughable, but at the same time it was also just fucking sad. Needless to say I ruined everyone's valentines day last year.
 
I have no reason to bitch about my dealer (only have 1 dealer who sells everything), but I do need to bitch about one of his dealers!

Last time the fucker came to sell him blow, the shit was cut with fucking novacaine! I don't want that shit in my blow! Needless to say, my dealer has been out of coke for a week. His dealer comes by every day with a new bag, but my dealer keeps telling him to fuck off with it because it is shit!!

I love having a picky dealer that turns down his coke dealer on a daily basis cuz the product isn't good enuf, it means I'm usually getting bomb shit. But this past week since he hasn't had any of his own coke to sell, hes ust been buying a few bags off another guy and I've been having to pay an extra $5/half bag, and its not as good as normal.

He said today SHOULD be the day buddy comes round with a NICE brick of blow for him. I'm praying he's right. He said if it comes today he gonna give me a complimentary foot long rail to help him determine how good the product is.

(I know what you're thinking "a foot long?! that must be shitty blow!!" No, it only takes a 1-2" long line to get pretty fuckin high, when we take the foot longers, it gives us an INTENSE rush that I find very comparable to a crack rush [That rush where all you can do is sit there in awe not moving or saying anything, although not quite as intense as a fat hoot of crack] and the high lasts over an hour)
 
As far as the business end of it goes, the woman my friend and I normally buy our Lortabs and Xanax bars from is great. She answers her phone, whether she is holding or not, (and she is about 95% of the time, if not more.) She is realistic about arrival/meet-up time, and her prices, while not anything special, are reasonable. The only aspect which gives me pause is that she often wants to meet up in public places; places like the Wal-Mart parking lot, which has more security cameras than the airport in Tel Aviv. I'd rather make the drive out to her isolated home in the country, even though it's a good half hour ride, rather than meet up in public. That sketches me out like little else, and really, for her own protection and mine, it's better when I go out there or she delivers directly to my house, (which she does, often enough.) She is always polite and helpful, and basically runs her business like a real business ought to be run. She doesn't use her own product, which adds another layer of reliability, too. In the past, I have dealt with too many people who promised a certain number of tabs when they got their script, and then wound up eating the majority themselves.

Another thing is that she is nearly impossible to understand on the phone, as she has a really thick, heavy Cajun accent. I can understand her better in person, when I can watch her lips move, but when we have to speak on the phone, I let my friend do the talking, as she seems to have an easier time understanding her. This woman does not text, which is actually probably wise, but this means having to try and understand her on the phone.

She has been asking me lately to fill bogus scrips in my name for her, in return for ten "free" pills. Um, no. Getting caught doing so would mean a one-way ticket to our state's infamous women's prison for a loooong time. Not gonna happen, not now, not ever. My habit is small enough that I don't have to see her more than once or twice a month, though, and maybe a little more often when my friend wants bars.
 
Znegative said:
Yeah, I was always a pain in the ass customer, because I couldn't stand to wait.

I remember this one time, actually last year on valentines day, I told my mom I was going to an aa meeting, but actually got on the train to meet up with some junkies I knew from a prior rehab at their tiny studio apartment by st.Mark st. They were having a bunch of people over, because their main heroin connection had just got arrested, so they were trying to hook up the busted dealer's partner with some new clientele. All in all there were about ten people jammed into this tiny apartment, jonesing like crazy, waiting for this prick to come downtown. We kept phoning him every five minutes and each time we'd get the same response "yeah, I'm like two blocks away." Obviously I was getting especially nervous, as I had a narrow window of time to get my drugs, and get back into Brooklyn without being suspicious.

Anyway we called this guy again (probably the fifteenth phone call), and he tells us, "yeah, I'm leaving Harlem now."
By this point, I already knew I was not going to possibly get home on time anyway, so I just decided to wait for the drugs, and face whatever shit fate dealt me. I remember looking sadly out the window, as if the dealers car was going to suddenly appear, materialize in downtown manhattan from Harlem. My friend walked up next to me and said, "I know that look, the look of absolute despair..." and then we all just sat there in silence, because there really wasn't much to say after that.

Eventually the asshole does show up, along with his girlfriend, and they come upstairs. We're already throwing down our cash, and drawing up water into our syringes before the guy even pulls the drugs out. I finally get my little bag of coke, and throw it in the cooker, and everyone else is fixing up there smack, and meanwhile the dealers just making casual conversation with his girlfriend in the other room, while about ten people are shooting up drugs. As soon as the coke hit me, the situation became so absurd it was laughable, but at the same time it was also just fucking sad. Needless to say I ruined everyone's valentines day last year.
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It's always worse when dope dealers take forever, considering the shit that some junkies go through to get some money together. Over the summer I got picked up from work on pay day, and was taking the ride to Queens to cop. It was 4 of us that were pooling our money together to get a better deal, which is pretty standard. It was a 45 minute ride there, and we were calling the whole time and the dude said he would tell us where to meet him when we got closer. Well we get a few minutes away, and he tells us where to park. After another 10 minutes, we call him back, and he gave some quick answer that nobody understood, and said he would call back, and hung up before we could ask for further details. We ended up saying fuck it and drove back home where we met our regular dealer.
 
I don't like to rag on people but I gotta rant about this one person;

Dear bitch I used to buy my oxycodone from,

Hey, I'm sure you're wondering why I haven't been around, mostly its because I quit but there are a few other things;

- Remember that time I handed you money for 15 percs so I wouldn't be in W/D when I went to visit my mother last in the month? I said something along the lines of "Here is the money, please hold those as I don't trust myself not to eat them before I leave town". Remember when I showed up and you didn't have them, claiming they were stolen when I later found out that was all a fucking lie because you got offered more cash for them? What you don't remember is me begin sick for 3 fucking days while I was 6 states away having to deal with 20 annoying family members in the midst of horrible acute withdrawal with no connections.

Thanks a lot for that weekend.

Oh, and there were your constant text messages. "I just filled up call me this afternoon". Afternoon doesn't mean fucking midnight, by then I'm angry, irritable, was probably already in W/D when you got my hopes up, and just plain annoyed with YOU. If anyone else had anything I would have gotten well already. Damn you for begin the first one to re-fill every month.

Also, that time I bought a fentanyl patch, because someone wanted one and you wouldn't let me hold it for one hour to go make the run. Yes, the price was good, but the guy didn't show, and I didn't want the god damn thing. No refund? Can't even swap it for the 3 other things that you sell that I like? Fuck you! ><

But hey, I'm guess I'm just a "junkie". That junkie that helped you move half of what you had every month, gave you rides to the doctors, the pharmacy, the grocery store, kept an eye on your place when you were out of town, made sure your kids had food in the house when you were out of town, took more risks than I care to remember to keep your bills paid. Didn't ever fucking complain unless I was sick, and even then I just put up with it. But you.....you took advantage damn it. I remember once you spent an hour in a fucking store returning items to get something you wanted, only to ask me that night, if I'd take you to the same store because you didn't like what you had gotten. How in the fuck does anyone spend a fucking hour looking at shit they don't even want? Especially when I got 4 sick dope heads like me blowing up MY PHONE because you won't move your ass?

I understand dealers have lives but god damn, if a sick junkie that blows your phone up is the extreme when it comes to people that do dope you're dealer version. If what you were selling wasn't so damn addictive there is no way anyone in their right mind would even think about doing business with you. In fact, if you were not so close I wouldn't have done business with you in the first place!

But hey, I got suckered. There were good times, the day I got asked to pick up your sister and you handed me 30 blue xanaxs and 20 10/325 oxys was very nice. I guess that's how you reeled me in, and as time went on, you just stopped kicking in. Gas ain't free bitch.

The best part of kicking opiates is not having to see your face.

/end rant
 
weekend addiction said:
We need a bitch about your customers thread. i don't sell but I used to sell small time. 10's and 20's mostly. Customers can be real assholes. Don't do this and your dealer won't hate you.

1. I hate when a customer calls you repeatedly. If I don't answer my phone the first couple times at least wait an hour or two. My life consist of more than selling you ten dollar bags of weed.

2. I hate customers that show up late. Luckily for them I didn't have anything to do. But if something came up and you should have been at my house 40 minutes ago I might just leave and not tell you.

3. I hate people that EXPECT fronts. If you want credit get a credit card. If your my best friend we can talk but otherwise hell no.

4. I hate when people talk about how they can get better shit somewhere else. Well then why the fuck did you call me? I usually tell them that to go grab me an OZ and I'll start buying from them. Never got any takers on that offer...

5. I hate when I offer people discounts and then they get pissed when I want regular price next time. Guess what? I cant afford to sell at a discount this isn't the goddamn salvation army. I'm not running a charity. NOTE: Full price was still a great deal compared to the market price so they had no room to bitch.

6. I hate when people expect me to sell them other drugs. Just because I can buy coke doesn't mean I want to get it for you. If I don't want to hook you up don't push the issue.

7. I hate when customers bring over other people. This includes other people I already sell to. I tell people to come alone or don't come. Even if they bring along my best friend they are breaking the rule and it pisses me off. Why do I have such a stupid rule? Lots of reasons. Either follow it or don't expect me to answer the phone next time you call.

8. I hate when people talk to much on the phone after being told repeatedly not to. Don't ask me if I can get an ounce of lettuce or some bullshit code like I haven't warned you already. This is a huge no-no and has lead to me not talking to certain people ever again.

9. I hate when people expect me to time my day around their bag. I will get it to you when i can. I always tried very hard to get people their stuff safely and punctually. Yet some people expect me to be their personal errand boy.

10. I hate when people repeatedly buy small amounts. I understand if you come to my house with 2 dollars and just wanna smoke a bowl. I know what its like to be broke and need a hit. I don't want to sell you 2 dollars worth every day for 6 months. Save up some money even 20 dollars or something and I can give you a better deal.

That being said I liked my job but had to quit for other reasons. But you guys need to respect your dealers feelings too. I know a lot of the time dealers are annoying as hell but just remember their imperfect people just like the rest of us. If your dopeman is genuinely treating you like shit or just providing poor service find a new one. Why give your hard earned money to a low life wannabe dealer?
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Ahahahaha! I will NEVER miss the selling days. Sure I made some decent money, but I make a hell of a lot more working 2 jobs, and not dealing helps regulate my use to not daily haha! I prefer buying for street and working 2 jobs, than getting a deal and having to deal with dumbass customers all day.

1) My rule was if some1 called once or twice and I missed it, I would call back. Any more than 2x and I would say "fuck you" and not call them back, chances are their sale would be shit since most of the people that call non stop are the kids who want their dime bags. Waste of time imo.

2) If we agreed to meet in 20 minutes, I would be there in 15, and leave after 23 whether or not they showed up.

3) As biggie said "That god damn credit, dead it. You think a crack head paying you back shit forget it" a simple "no, call me back when you have money *click*" worked everytime. They'd usually find money they "didnt have" too.

4) If anyone ever said they could get better stuff anywhere else, I would retract the deal and take my shit back and give them their money back, because I knew that they COULD NOT get better stuff elsewhere at the time.

5) If someone asked me for a deal, I would tell them the deal is "YOU GET TO PAY $10 MORE NOW!" people learn quick with that trick.

6) I usually had everything people asked me for, can't comment on this one :P

7) If I was driving to meet someone/someone was coming to meet me, and they didn't come alone, I would just pretend I don't know them. They'd usually be like "yo dude over here" and saying shit to heatbag the situation even more, which gave me better reason to ditch.

8) People who talked in code got ignored. Dont text me for lettuce, or a quarter pounder with cheese, or christmas spirit. If a dealer asks youj to use code, then use it. If they don't ask you, don't fucking use it. The dealer is the one who will get in more trouble, not the buyer, so stop being a dumbass.

9) If they couldn't meet me when I was able to meet them, they didn't pick. Simple as that.

10) You don't have enuf for a bag? Shitty deal bro. Not my problem, call me when you have a decent amount of money.


As you can probs guess, I was that one asshole dealer that everyone hated but they had no choice but to go to me, because I always had the best weed/acid/blow in the damn city. Soooo glad I got out of it tho, this post made me realize again how much I truly hated dealing with retarded customers hahaha.
 
Why is there a MYTH that dealers push you to harder/addictive drugs.. ?

I WISH! thats b.s, my "suppliers" suck. I mean stuff like mdma, mcat, base, acid, 2cb etc.. is easy to get.. but as soon as you say the word H they refuse to find any for you and treat you like a junkie. WTF is happening to delers??! they are turning into sissies
 
I'm going to move this to Drug Culture, there's a bitch about your dealer thread there!

BDD > DC
 
Its all about trying desperately to ensure that joe public doesn't realise that prohibition doesn't work.

To be fair I have known people that have had dealers chasing them trying to lay H and white on them but only once they have had a long term relationship with them and the dealer knows they are competing with the next man.

I've lived with dealers, sharing houses and known many but never even come across H, I'm sure I could get it if I wanted it but no dealer I've ever dealt with has contacted me trying to sell anything, it's more often a case of chasing them down like wild fekin animal !

IME if you deal H its that and the white that's your major income and its not a casual business like just dealing weed or such.
 
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Pars101 said:
I WISH! thats b.s, my "suppliers" suck. I mean stuff like mdma, mcat, base, acid, 2cb etc.. is easy to get.. but as soon as you say the word H they refuse to find any for you and treat you like a junkie. WTF is happening to delers??! they are turning into sissies
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I merged this into the "Bitch about your dealer here" thread.

I've found that normally people that deal common recreational drugs, (THC, cocaine, MDMA )
offten don't deal with crack or heroin. Even drug dealers are sometimes put off by the stigma attached to those drugs, especially heroin I've found. At the same time they offten seem to have no problem dealing painkillers, but most of the dealers I've met have not been the brightest bulbs in town, and don't know a benzo from an elevil (they both put you to sleep...)

Most of my heroin dealers have been or are heroin addicts. That's not to say all are, but I find that the heroin, or opiate "scene" is kind of a subculture in itself.
 
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I knew someone who did that.. got offered less than 10 30mg oxyirs and got banged with prescription fraud for it

JustaChippa said:
As far as the business end of it goes, the woman my friend and I normally buy our Lortabs and Xanax bars from is great. She answers her phone, whether she is holding or not, (and she is about 95% of the time, if not more.) She is realistic about arrival/meet-up time, and her prices, while not anything special, are reasonable. The only aspect which gives me pause is that she often wants to meet up in public places; places like the Wal-Mart parking lot, which has more security cameras than the airport in Tel Aviv. I'd rather make the drive out to her isolated home in the country, even though it's a good half hour ride, rather than meet up in public. That sketches me out like little else, and really, for her own protection and mine, it's better when I go out there or she delivers directly to my house, (which she does, often enough.) She is always polite and helpful, and basically runs her business like a real business ought to be run. She doesn't use her own product, which adds another layer of reliability, too. In the past, I have dealt with too many people who promised a certain number of tabs when they got their script, and then wound up eating the majority themselves.

Another thing is that she is nearly impossible to understand on the phone, as she has a really thick, heavy Cajun accent. I can understand her better in person, when I can watch her lips move, but when we have to speak on the phone, I let my friend do the talking, as she seems to have an easier time understanding her. This woman does not text, which is actually probably wise, but this means having to try and understand her on the phone.

She has been asking me lately to fill bogus scrips in my name for her, in return for ten "free" pills. Um, no. Getting caught doing so would mean a one-way ticket to our state's infamous women's prison for a loooong time. Not gonna happen, not now, not ever. My habit is small enough that I don't have to see her more than once or twice a month, though, and maybe a little more often when my friend wants bars.
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Sometimes dealers can be cool. My guy just called to tell me that he got new stuff and needs someone to try it out for him. I told him, "yeah man you know we'll come through when we get some more money." And he was like, "nah come through right now. I'm gonna give you half a bundle."

Sure enough, he hooked it up and gave us 6 bags, no charge. The bags weren't very good, but free bags are free bags. Lol Man, that's what's up.
 
Thats very true, I guess there is the normal "recreational" drug scene, then the more serious drug culture heroin, crack, meth.. But its pretty much impossible to find H, I mean ovi there are lots of heroin addicts on the streets of where I live, but going up to them and asking them for H is just a joke! all they care about is using not selling. Ill properly get mugged.
 
^actually, you'd be surprised. Buying dope through a middleman is not preferable, as there is a risk of getting beat, but a lot of street junkies will come through, because it's an easy way to get a bag or two for copping. Some of them look at it in the big picture sense, like if they do right by you, your likely to come back to them, so both of you in the end live off each others habit.
 
My bitch is that I don't have a dealer! I don't use anything too much, but there will be those times when there's an even, or show etc and I'd really like to get some pills or acid, and I end up having to talk to a friend of a friend whose dealer is usually terrible anyway. It almost always falls through.

Plus, being shy doesn't help! I was at a party and bought a pill of this guy who told me to tell my friends at the party because he had so many, at the time I was thinking I should ask for his number so I can buy some later, but I was just too nervous/didn't know if it was out of line. Sigh...
 
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