Never come to Las Vegas looking for drugs.
The one word that BEST describes the city is 'transient'.
Even the drug dealers are come and go.
Acid--4/5 bucks. The typical is some Friend of a friend of a friend came back from california with a stack of 50 sheets, sells it within 3 weeks, Starts a new life on the east coast with the 15 grand he earned, and thats that.
Shrooms--Some friend came back with less than 5 ounces and sells a few to you at a small price... $20-40/eigth. Or some Friend of a friend came back with 16 ounces, sold some to your friend who decided to share with you. Guy who originally brought them back thought it was fun as hell and WOULD do it again, but learned so much from the trips that he moves to Hawaii, becomes an accountant and is never seen again. Sources say he makes $500,000 a year at some pineapple factory.
Marijuana- You meet the most awesome chronic in the world at some party. You ask the chronic 'Where you from, babe?' and the chronic tells you 'Southern California, I'm all over the place down there.'. (Okay, so its usually the OWNER of the chronic that tells you this).
You say 'Oh, that sucks' and go home, and cry, and call your own dealer and tell him the story--he feels sorry for you and decides to sell you an ounce of average quality weed for $120 instead of the usual $150.
Methamphetamine- Some guy you met at one of the three cafes in town decides you are cool enough that he is willing to 'talk to his guy for you'. You drive him all over town, and finally, you end up at an apartment in North Town (Las Vegas's Ghetto) with a genuine, certified, speed-freak.. who sells you a 40 sack of good tweak... the only problem is that you paid 80 bucks for it and as you check it out, you notice the silence that falls over the room... You start to say 'wait a second... this is a forty' but you don't get past 'wait' before the other three people in the room start reaching into pockets and opening desk drawers, and all-together moving into position for a serious "gun you down leave you in a gutter" event. You decide not to bitch.
You go back to the cafe and bitch about the dealer but alledgedly no one has ever even heard of him before... despite the fact that they were all talking to him when you walked in. He must be new in town. A week later you are so desperate you go back to the same guy but he 'Moved to Seattle last week, he said it was too hot here.'... At which point someone mentions 'But Spidey over there in the corner is the new guy'. Same as last week only this time you pay 60 for the same 40. Of course, sometimes, you get lucky and catch your dealer of 4 months (TOTALLY trustworthy thus far) on his way out of town, in which case, you get sold a 'T' (2.8 grams?) for 40 bucks so he 'has gas money'. But then it turns out to be shit.
Cocaine-- you go to some Wealthy business party at a $40,000 a night hotel-suite. You notice that the last three guys to walk up to the in-room-bartender, handed him 100 bucks and received an EXTRA cocktail napkin with something wrapped in it.
You give it a shot and slyly walk up and say 'You wouldn't happen to know where I could get some cocaine, would you?'
At which point he tells you it is $10 a gram. You smile in the most genuine way, ask for 1 gram, give the guy 10 bucks. When you get back to your table and open the napkin you notice that the gram he sold you looks more like 5 grams, you look back at him and he winks at you!!! and!!! it is the purest substance you have ever seen!!!
Then you wake up, and realize that you are never ever ever going to get invited to one of those High-Roller hotel.
So you come to terms with your miserable existence, give your guy a call, and he sells you some shitty coke for 80 bucks a gram.
Heroin- Your guy tells you he has a MAD hook-up on the shit! You say 'Oh, Sweet! I've been looking all over town.'. Thats when you discover that his hook-up lives in Texas and only comes to town every 7th week to gamble. Next time the guy is in town he sells you the BEST stuff at a low price in exchange for letting him stay at your place. He ends up 'macking your shit' (Thats 'Californian' for stealing stuff from you), raping your little sister, and feeding your dog cocaine.
Eventually you commit suicide, give up drug use, go to prison for 25 years to life for 'Marijuana posession' (a SERIOUS felony in this state), or move to a different city.
Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Something tells me this post is going to be deleted by a moderator... heh.
There is a reason that fear and loathing's character BROUGHT THE DRUGS WITH THEM
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