Ok so I guess this might or might not fall into harm reduction but I think it's probably fair game to discuss and there is some harm reduction involved int terms of not being stolen from or taken advantage of.
I live near NYC but haven't been there for years because I am just really not street savvy, get lost and confused easily so for a while I wasn't as into going there.
But of course NYC rules so I decided to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art today.
I started by taking 18.5mgs of Kratom and several cups of strong coffee and 2mgs of Klonopin and hopped the train to grand central.
Once i got to grand central I'd forgotten they serve drinks there so I got mildly drunk while still being on Kratom and awake to some extent from some coffee.
Then i wanted weed so I went to <no locations of your open air markets please> but it's been a long time since I've just gotten drugs from a stranger without knowing whether or not I can trust the guy.
But when I am significantly high on Kratom and/or drunk ESPECIALLy the combo with some extra Klonopin, I have no fear approaching anyone.
I went to <no locations of your open air markets please> and immediately an older guy in his 50s caught me and asked if I needed weed.
I said yeah and we walked to a CVS and outside I looked at what he had, which was really about a gram he was charging a fucking CRIMINAL charge of $40 for but because I almost NEVER smoke I said yes.
But I had all these different bags of Kratom in my pocket because I'd weighed out a whole bunch of different amounts.
And I was drunk on the street and not wanting to make a scene so I paid him and just stuffed the weed in a bag but whether or not it was ever really in there to begin with I don't know.
Cause then we went to <no locations of your open air markets please> and I smoked a bowl and then was totally high on weed and Kratom and drunk and out of it.
Then this mother fucker told me he had blotters, and my stupid drunk ass just believed him.
He convinced me to pay him $40 for what I now realize are just 5 tiny pieces of paper with nothing fucking on them!! (GOD I AM MOTHERFUCKING STUPID!!!)
WHY I believe him I don't know.
It has been so long since I'd been to the city that finding ANY amount of weed was exiting to me and I REALLY wanted to believe he had real acid.
I mean we exchanged numbers and he fucking told me to call him back whenever I wanted more so i figured if we'd be in touch he could be trusted.
He even helped me hail a cab and told the driver I was a bit drunk to watch out for me!!
And then that was it.
I went to the MET museum for art high and drunk as shit, and in the cab looked and realized all I had mixed in with my Kratom was about 1/6th of a bowl.
So I know I smoked a bowl, but there should have been another gram in the there.
The thing is, I'm NOT into doing drug deals on the street.
I like to find a place to go inside and WATCH the dealer weigh my shit out, but I'm wondering what you guys think about it.
How could I, even in my drunk high state, have realized that he was just fucking conning me??
What should I do if I am ever in that situation again to avoid being robbed??
I am sure it won't be the last time I try to find weed by myself in the city and I used to pull it off ALL the time 20 years ago as a teen, but without having been to NYC for several years no I either forgot what I knew about being careful or really, I probably never knew in the first place.
I am on the autism spectrum (non-verbal learning disability...similar to Asperegers) so I have trouble reading social cues and get lost easily, so I am easily taken advantage of in these situations.
So if you guys were in my place and DID want to attempt to get weed from someone you never met in a park and wanted to make sure you DID NOT get ripped off, and either buy something or not buy it at all???
What signs should I look for to realize I am being ripped off??
Thanks
I live near NYC but haven't been there for years because I am just really not street savvy, get lost and confused easily so for a while I wasn't as into going there.
But of course NYC rules so I decided to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art today.
I started by taking 18.5mgs of Kratom and several cups of strong coffee and 2mgs of Klonopin and hopped the train to grand central.
Once i got to grand central I'd forgotten they serve drinks there so I got mildly drunk while still being on Kratom and awake to some extent from some coffee.
Then i wanted weed so I went to <no locations of your open air markets please> but it's been a long time since I've just gotten drugs from a stranger without knowing whether or not I can trust the guy.
But when I am significantly high on Kratom and/or drunk ESPECIALLy the combo with some extra Klonopin, I have no fear approaching anyone.
I went to <no locations of your open air markets please> and immediately an older guy in his 50s caught me and asked if I needed weed.
I said yeah and we walked to a CVS and outside I looked at what he had, which was really about a gram he was charging a fucking CRIMINAL charge of $40 for but because I almost NEVER smoke I said yes.
But I had all these different bags of Kratom in my pocket because I'd weighed out a whole bunch of different amounts.
And I was drunk on the street and not wanting to make a scene so I paid him and just stuffed the weed in a bag but whether or not it was ever really in there to begin with I don't know.
Cause then we went to <no locations of your open air markets please> and I smoked a bowl and then was totally high on weed and Kratom and drunk and out of it.
Then this mother fucker told me he had blotters, and my stupid drunk ass just believed him.
He convinced me to pay him $40 for what I now realize are just 5 tiny pieces of paper with nothing fucking on them!! (GOD I AM MOTHERFUCKING STUPID!!!)
WHY I believe him I don't know.
It has been so long since I'd been to the city that finding ANY amount of weed was exiting to me and I REALLY wanted to believe he had real acid.
I mean we exchanged numbers and he fucking told me to call him back whenever I wanted more so i figured if we'd be in touch he could be trusted.
He even helped me hail a cab and told the driver I was a bit drunk to watch out for me!!
And then that was it.
I went to the MET museum for art high and drunk as shit, and in the cab looked and realized all I had mixed in with my Kratom was about 1/6th of a bowl.
So I know I smoked a bowl, but there should have been another gram in the there.
The thing is, I'm NOT into doing drug deals on the street.
I like to find a place to go inside and WATCH the dealer weigh my shit out, but I'm wondering what you guys think about it.
How could I, even in my drunk high state, have realized that he was just fucking conning me??
What should I do if I am ever in that situation again to avoid being robbed??
I am sure it won't be the last time I try to find weed by myself in the city and I used to pull it off ALL the time 20 years ago as a teen, but without having been to NYC for several years no I either forgot what I knew about being careful or really, I probably never knew in the first place.
I am on the autism spectrum (non-verbal learning disability...similar to Asperegers) so I have trouble reading social cues and get lost easily, so I am easily taken advantage of in these situations.
So if you guys were in my place and DID want to attempt to get weed from someone you never met in a park and wanted to make sure you DID NOT get ripped off, and either buy something or not buy it at all???
What signs should I look for to realize I am being ripped off??
Thanks
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