Diacetylus
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Heh. This isn't about copping H, as I already have a reliable contact for that, but unfortunately is about 70km's from home and requires catching loads of public transport in the city.
But, I had a sketchy experience in copping what turned out to be a pretty disappointing amount of speed last weekend.
I was in Frankston, which I really ever hardly go to and had some spare change in my wallet. I had planned at staying at my granma's place and felt like getting a little spun out of my mind.
Whilst walking around Frankston (this is a dive of an area, but is making big improvement to what it used to be like, however is nothing like the ghettos in America, in-fact we don't have any ghettos here thankfully) I scoped the area out a bit until I came across the dodgiest looking group of people I could find.
I don't know why, but for some reason I can just tell straight away if someone uses drugs, whether it be speed or smack.
Well, I approached these dudes (who were apparantly blood-related brothers) and asked them if they could score some "louie" (slang for speed around this area)...
One of the dudes was on the phone and said he might be able to help me out and asked how much I was after. I said I just wanted 1 point and we exchanged numbers and said he will have some on him later.
Anyways, I arrive home and sink a few brews and recieve a phone call from him, saying he was cool to meet up with me now and asked how long I'll be and where we should meet.
Now, after waiting around for 10+ minutes, I finally see him walking around across the streets (this guy was a fucking goose, I guess he thought he was some hardcore ganster or some shit) and run over to him. I asked what he could do a point of louie for me for, and he said he doesn't really bother doing points... that's cool. I tell him I'll go a hundred bucks worth and he says he could do half a gram of some nice shit for me for that (please save the dicksizing for another thread, I know we get jacked over here in Australia!)
We walk around the corner and He asks for the money up front. "Hang on!!" I say... you mean you don't have it on you? Nah, nah my guy is like about 5 minutes away he's on his way to Frankston now, if you wait with me I'll be able to do you an extra point or so.
Me being easily sold-in, I give him my hundred bucks and wait around at a bus-stop for about 1 hour. At this point I'm getting really fucking sketched and thinking to myself this dude is going to fuck me over for sure. Then his mate starts nagging him to call the dude and to tell him to get his ass here as it wasn't fair on how long I had to wait.
I start pitching in and saying I want my cash back now, as I have changed my mind as things are starting to look really dodgey. He says; he just can't do that now that he has made the order and doesn't want to fuck his dealer around.
Anyways, I'm thinking to myself should I just start making threats or something (mind you this guy was like 3X my size), but by this time him and his mate are full-on having a blue between themselves. I mean, it was that bad, it was an absolute embarrasment being seen with these people in the middle of town.
Then we decide to move towards the back of the train-station, and at this point I am getting just about ready for this guy to make a runner for it. I mean, every step he takes I am ready to chase after him.
We arrive at this median strip and he says hhe's gotta wait for his dealer to come.
After waiting around for another 15minutes, this other guy that was with us, well his dealer rocks up who apparantly had better gear on him. And this guy looks decent and rocks up in trade'sman work clothes, so I figure he must be half a decent guy if he works! They make the exchange in front of me and I see the quality of this gear and it is crystal clear shard smokable gear. (something I originally wanted) well, by now I am kicking myself for not going through this other dude. Until-finally the other dealer arrives.... the dude hops in the car, they do a lap around TAFE university and 5mins later he arrives, and I get a glimpse of the driver (looked like a full-on redneck hillbilly cook), hops out of the car and hands me a bag with this yellow gluggy shit. I dip my finger in and it tastes like typical speed, but it is way underweight and I would've been lucky if I had've just got 3 points for the hundred bucks I paid.
I got ripped big time, but I was grateful I actually got something out of it, as I thought this guy was gonna do the runner.
Never again. Next time I will just go to a rave/club and buy my goodens out in the carpark or something.
Turned out to be O.K. stuff, but for the money I paid it should have been clear shards, or a real fucking lot of the stuff.
Ahhh well... live and ya learn.
But, I had a sketchy experience in copping what turned out to be a pretty disappointing amount of speed last weekend.
I was in Frankston, which I really ever hardly go to and had some spare change in my wallet. I had planned at staying at my granma's place and felt like getting a little spun out of my mind.
Whilst walking around Frankston (this is a dive of an area, but is making big improvement to what it used to be like, however is nothing like the ghettos in America, in-fact we don't have any ghettos here thankfully) I scoped the area out a bit until I came across the dodgiest looking group of people I could find.
I don't know why, but for some reason I can just tell straight away if someone uses drugs, whether it be speed or smack.
Well, I approached these dudes (who were apparantly blood-related brothers) and asked them if they could score some "louie" (slang for speed around this area)...
One of the dudes was on the phone and said he might be able to help me out and asked how much I was after. I said I just wanted 1 point and we exchanged numbers and said he will have some on him later.
Anyways, I arrive home and sink a few brews and recieve a phone call from him, saying he was cool to meet up with me now and asked how long I'll be and where we should meet.
Now, after waiting around for 10+ minutes, I finally see him walking around across the streets (this guy was a fucking goose, I guess he thought he was some hardcore ganster or some shit) and run over to him. I asked what he could do a point of louie for me for, and he said he doesn't really bother doing points... that's cool. I tell him I'll go a hundred bucks worth and he says he could do half a gram of some nice shit for me for that (please save the dicksizing for another thread, I know we get jacked over here in Australia!)
We walk around the corner and He asks for the money up front. "Hang on!!" I say... you mean you don't have it on you? Nah, nah my guy is like about 5 minutes away he's on his way to Frankston now, if you wait with me I'll be able to do you an extra point or so.
Me being easily sold-in, I give him my hundred bucks and wait around at a bus-stop for about 1 hour. At this point I'm getting really fucking sketched and thinking to myself this dude is going to fuck me over for sure. Then his mate starts nagging him to call the dude and to tell him to get his ass here as it wasn't fair on how long I had to wait.
I start pitching in and saying I want my cash back now, as I have changed my mind as things are starting to look really dodgey. He says; he just can't do that now that he has made the order and doesn't want to fuck his dealer around.
Anyways, I'm thinking to myself should I just start making threats or something (mind you this guy was like 3X my size), but by this time him and his mate are full-on having a blue between themselves. I mean, it was that bad, it was an absolute embarrasment being seen with these people in the middle of town.
Then we decide to move towards the back of the train-station, and at this point I am getting just about ready for this guy to make a runner for it. I mean, every step he takes I am ready to chase after him.
We arrive at this median strip and he says hhe's gotta wait for his dealer to come.
After waiting around for another 15minutes, this other guy that was with us, well his dealer rocks up who apparantly had better gear on him. And this guy looks decent and rocks up in trade'sman work clothes, so I figure he must be half a decent guy if he works! They make the exchange in front of me and I see the quality of this gear and it is crystal clear shard smokable gear. (something I originally wanted) well, by now I am kicking myself for not going through this other dude. Until-finally the other dealer arrives.... the dude hops in the car, they do a lap around TAFE university and 5mins later he arrives, and I get a glimpse of the driver (looked like a full-on redneck hillbilly cook), hops out of the car and hands me a bag with this yellow gluggy shit. I dip my finger in and it tastes like typical speed, but it is way underweight and I would've been lucky if I had've just got 3 points for the hundred bucks I paid.
I got ripped big time, but I was grateful I actually got something out of it, as I thought this guy was gonna do the runner.
Never again. Next time I will just go to a rave/club and buy my goodens out in the carpark or something.
Turned out to be O.K. stuff, but for the money I paid it should have been clear shards, or a real fucking lot of the stuff.
Ahhh well... live and ya learn.