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Waiting for the dealer to show up when you are sick.

I guess i'm spoiled because i text my dude "can i come meet you", within five min he texts back "now?" and i reply on my way. He lives within 8 min of my place so we meet halfway at a little asian 99¢ mart.

But i feel your pain, back in alaska i used to get the run around constantly. Dope game in a small town everyone makea their own rules. God im so grateful i moved to l.a.
 
I guess i'm spoiled because i text my dude "can i come meet you", within five min he texts back "now?" and i reply on my way. He lives within 8 min of my place so we meet halfway at a little asian 99¢ mart.

But i feel your pain, back in alaska i used to get the run around constantly. Dope game in a small town everyone makea their own rules. God im so grateful i moved to l.a.

And it's high quality shit? Damn you are one of the luckiest I have ever heard of....or maybe...UNluckiest???? :)
 
Dear GOD and sweet jesus i was sooo sick earlier and i JUST scored literally waiting on this bad ass tar to dissolve then sweet glory this drug addict will be higher than the sky. no contributuion
 
i also can't help but noticing ppl thinking these dope dealers are in the customer service business, if he say's 20min YOU add 40min if you know thats how it goes...
 
And it's high quality shit? Damn you are one of the luckiest I have ever heard of....or maybe...UNluckiest???? :)

Oh trust me I know I'm lucky (or unlucky as you say :p but then again not really because if i wasnt getting it from him i would be doin the goose chase...) he's been my dude for two years now..usually once you find a good dealer they fall off the planet. And yes his shit is good quality. Which is even more rare because usually dudes that are reliable got mediocre shit.
 
^^Exactly. Back when I was living in Oregon doing speed my guy was SO reliable (always calling me asking if I need it and hell bring it to my work) but it was not very good shit....
 
thats the tenth circle of freikin hell.
they are always "right around the corner" then its "5 minutes away" ( as you ..sneeze. puke. wanna die.)
you callagian.NO ANSWER NOW WTF
blow phone up
they answer.
yo,i SAID IM COMING (PUKE.CRY. START THINKING ABOUT KILLING DUDE TAKING ALL HIS DOPE)
BLOW PHONE UP. THEN WORRY HE MAY NOT COME SINCE DID SO. FUKKKKKK!
THEN LOOK AT CLOCK ITS BEEN ..
ONLY 35 MINUTES
thats too fukin long.
 
my doctor runs between 30-45mins at times while i'm waiting to pick up my scripts in order to get home and have that first fix from the fresh stock. i start to get antsy in my pantsies and cannot sit still for shit, squirming in my chair while the pain begins to overcome my overly frail body :( and then when i go to the place (chemist/pharmacy), depending who's working the counter, having my scripts all legitimately called in and registered, can take an annoyingly long time.

doctors are the best drug dealers in my experience, they just get slower with age. then the middlemen, the pharmacist, like to fuck with their customers knowing they got your business already with it being too late to move onto the next possibly more proficient store.
 
Worst thing is every cunt ringing saying they have some goodies, then you somehow manage to scrape some money up..

"Oh sorry bro, all sold now, too bad".

:(
 
My dealer moved, fucking bastard. I probably single-handedly funded a third-world revolution through that guy too, and he pulls this business? Gobshite! I miss him soooo bad, he would drive 45 minutes to bring me my shit, and it was always good. Rare bird, this guy.

Dealer time, yeh heh. Sometimes a few hours turns into tomorrow, whilst you get to shiver, shake and bitch through the night. Sadists, these people, damn them.
 
Fuck dope dealers. The worst fucking people, I swear. Why do they constantly lie?

"30 minutes" meanwhile they don't even have any intention on coming through. Do they not realize this is how you lose business?
 
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DooMMooD;1120062 This might be what the 5th level of hell feels like. Having all this $ to cop enough for awhile said:
Too funny !! I said nearly
exactly same thing..except said tenth circle of hell..but.. . And that 5 minutes..??the 3 hour 5 minute?? All the money I
Spent but ..dude can't buy a watch?? Lol
 
I swear to god, I don't know how many times I have told my dealers hey man, I'm sick, I need a realistic time as to when you can be here.... I am in that state of mind that if you don't tell me the time, and be right about it, I'm going to be calling you and asking where the hell you are, yeah I know it drives you crazy that I keep calling, but you should have told me you would take 3 hours and not 1 hour, now tell me are you really going to be only 15 more minutes or are you going to be another hour? Because if you aren't here in 15, I'm calling you in 20 and gonna trip. I don't understand, if you think that you might take 20 minutes, tell me you are going to take 40, so in case you take longer than you think then I wont be tripping, and calling every 15 minutes!!!!! But no, your not capable of thinking about your customer who spends x amount of dollars a day and always is loyal and is probably one of the best ones you have, yet you start yelling at me when I call and am like where are you????!!! 10 more minutes.... okay i can do that... 10 mins goes by.. call again .. where the fuck are you? I'm sick dude, do you not understand that? I need you to tell me exactly how long you are going to be, i got shit to do... okay I'm almost there... 30 minutes later after calling and yelling and bitching,,, i get a text. yo, come downstairs. I get a rush of excitement, throw on my clothes and coat and run to the elevator and meet him, I say "I'm so happy to see you, thank god you are here, your the best. Give me the normal shit in the normal amount, thank so much i love you! *hugs* alright your the best! see you next time." This is how it used to be for me every fucking day...
I got a new guy, he has only taken really long times like 4 times in the passed 6 mo... so im cool with him, but man every other dealer i have dealt with has no time perception and are almost retarded. (sorry but they really are)
so yeah I've read a lot of these posts and they are almost the same as what i used to deal with on a daily basis. crazy how every single dealer is the same. Why is that?
Sitting here LMAO at your post cause it's sooo fuckin true....WTF, do dealers go to the same school of time management?? Shit you're sittin there sick as fuck with your nose running a marathon and your guts all twisted...every car coming down the block looks like his; is that him, nope fuck...is that him shit same car but not him...grrrrrr!!! Dammit, it's about fuckin time asshole but you know you don't say anything you're just sooo happy to see him...now gimme my shit already!!!!
 
The problem is the drugs. pills arnt like weed or coke where most dealers can just buy a shit ton. Pills are a whole lot harder to come by. I use to always have this problem even when I had 3 or 4 dudes who i could call. Dealing with H is much easier. where im from you call the amigo and he tells u where togo. I would much rather be movin than trying not to stare at the clock for 2 hrs. It all really depends on your dealer tell you the truth.
 
oh and the dealers being on time post that alot of you guys have been replying about. I mean i understand i use to deal with the same shit but you got to realize, that dealer is prob dealing with 10 ppl that are all sick telling him bro ill pay u 5 extra bucks if u come to me next.

I also think it is funny how dealers act like your buddy, but really they dont give a fuck about your bein sick. Idk though b/c i have def became good friends and even started chilling with some of my drug dealers. Most ppl say the best drug dealers are the ones that dont use, but ive had alot of pill dealers that have used and they understand what im sayin when i say im sick man.

The best method for me is too not let any of your other friends get the number or meet with your dealer. b/c then you can just buy alot and sell them or just always collect everybodys money and make a few for yourself. Ive always done that. I just really enjoy that part about drugs for some reason where some of my friends would rather just hand me the money and let me go get them myself. Im sure everybody has that Scar Face buddie in there group haha.
 
I was working at a remodeling job with my drug-buddy co-worker about sixty miles from home one day. We had a rather limited supply of Roxi 5's between us when we both had nearly 300mg/day habits. They kept us well enough until we were done working, but then came the long drive back...

Our usual roxi 30 dealer, who was typically pretty consistent and reliable, was nowhere to be found upon returning, so we had to turn to our backup plan. This involved getting them through a guy who was getting them through any number of other people (a recipe for disaster in itself), as well as waiting in a trailer park right down the road from the county jail.

It was starting to get dark, and we were already running in spot pretty bad. The guy left us there to go see what he could do. Probably three hours go by while we wait, and I'm laid out on the couch writhing in agony by the time he gets back. This is where things get desperate, because when he does get back, he says he can only get a few Lortabs and it'll be a while... It had started raining heavily, and we felt too sick to do anything else besides wait some more for what would only be marginal relief anyway, so we did. Another hour goes by, and I finally get tired of waiting. I simply can't fucking take it anymore. My co-worker tells me to just go on and he can get another ride home. I don't question him, and bolt the hell out of there. It's another 30-mile drive back home in the pissing rain, and I can barely even see the road I'm shaking so bad.

As a last-ditch effort to get some sleep that night, I stop by the grocery store and pick up a big bottle of Imodium and down 24 of the gross little green pills ... which barely helps, so I swallow the other half, and another couple hours later I finally feel well enough to lie down and rest a while. It's well past midnight by now and I know I'll have to get up in the morning for work and begin the chase all over again...

That's only one of many such times, but that was probably the worst. Whenever I start craving oxy, it helps to remind myself of this kinda shit and why I should be glad I don't have to live like that anymore. :|
 
I just thank god that we live in a time where everyone has a cellphone. Read 'Junky' By William Burroughs if you want to see how fucked up it was to cop back then..One would basically tell their customer to meet them at such and such time over by the corner of something and something street, and then the customer would just hope the guy remembered to show.

Anyway, waiting for a dealer to show up when you're sick is just part of the game. It's how it's been for probably a hundred years or more, and it will continue to be that way unless drugs are legalized and one could walk into their local opium den and order a cup of PPT and a gram of heroin to go.

The best thing to do-if you can, is to always have some kind of emergency meds around, because this shit happens even with the best, punctual of drug dealers . For instance, always have a wake up, or some other kind of comfort med that can distract you somewhat from your withdrawals. This is key for me-I always save at least one bag for the morning, or if I have amphetamines instead, I use those (for some reason dextroamphetamine as well as methamphetamine...well especially meth, can mask opiate withdrawals really well in my case). If nothing else I'll try to make sure I at least have some benzo's on hand (unless I'm waiting to pick up benzo's).

Either way, I think it's essential to have something to wake up to, no matter how small or shitty- as long as it helps hold of WD for a little while longer, or masks them for a period of time, it's worth it, because I'm one of the people that will literally begin to get so sick feeling that I just won't even have the will power to go out and cop unless I have someone who can deliver or take me there by car.
 
A few weeks ago my regular dealer wasn't answering and I had a few days off from work, so I decided to take a small break. By day 3 I said fuck it, and called up my boy to go make a run to the city to grab the good stuff. I didn't want to go to Queens since the area we go to is really bad and we stick out too much, so I suggested that we try our old Brooklyn connect that we hadn't used in a while (due to a decrease in the quality of his dope) in hopes of him having something good since everything else around was below average other than the Queens guys stuff.

We made the call to the Brooklyn guy and he told us to come through. I was at the peak of my withdrawal so was hoping he was going to be good with timing, and I remember that we even decided to get gas on the way home since we didn't want to stop to get some on the way there in case he was at the meeting spot before us which would result in him bitching to us about being late (funny how we can never be late but they can take all the time in the world). We had called an hour in advance to make sure he was going to be around, then called when we got close, and again when we got off the exit which is 5 minutes from the meeting spot. That's where we past the 5 gas stations we decided not to stop at yet since we told him we just got off the exit so he knew we would be at the spot in 5 which should mean he would be there in 5 as well.

So we get to the spot and park up, and wait 30 minutes before calling him to see where he's at. I think he said he was 15 minutes away, and we told him to hurry up because we wanted to beat traffic on the way back, which should not have been an issue since we gave ourselves a good hour before traffic starts. A few phone calls later, and a few "I'm down the blocks" later and we finally got the call to meet him a few blocks over from where we were waiting. Of course by the time we met him traffic had started to get heavy, and we were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic on the ride home. Oh and I almost forgot, right before we got on the expressway we stopped to get the gas that we had waited to get, and there was a NYPD van that pulled in right after us with 6 cops that were all grilling us. They don't have jurisdiction on the state parkways though so we hopped on that the second we were done fueling up, then began our slow journey home, with me being sick holding a bundle but unable to do it since we don't bring paraphernalia with us when we cop.

An hour and 45 minutes later we finally got to my house (it usually takes 45 minutes) and I load up a nice shot, and meh. It had a very mild rush, and the high was pretty shitty, lasting less than an hour really. The good thing is that I was no longer sick and were able to confirm that he still had shitty dope that wasn't worth it, but I was hoping to get that awesome "I haven't done dope in 3 days and am in withdrawals so this will get me super high" feeling from the shot, but it was very disappointing.
 
Sitting here LMAO at your post cause it's sooo fuckin true....WTF, do dealers go to the same school of time management?? Shit you're sittin there sick as fuck with your nose running a marathon and your guts all twisted...every car coming down the block looks like his; is that him, nope fuck...is that him shit same car but not him...grrrrrr!!! Dammit, it's about fuckin time asshole but you know you don't say anything you're just sooo happy to see him...now gimme my shit already!!!!


Omg me n my bff talk about this all the time -usually while we waitin on 'ced dealer- i call it drug time. Most dealers clocks run at quarter speed. if they say 15 min dont expect then for an hour, 30 min expect 2 hr wait, ect ect. I have another term for it but its an inside joke.
 
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