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What's the farthest you've traveled to get drugs?

What lengths have you gone to score your drugs....

Discuss....

Me last Friday I drove over 4 hours to NYC just to get some dope! Got a flat right over the GW and it took me a hour to change the flat as the jack I had busted as I was raising the car up, lol. Thanks to a cop stopping and letting me use his jack I would have been totally fucked! After that I drove all the way back home on a donut. Traffic was all fucked to hell as it usually takes me about two hours round trip to go down to NYC from my house in NY to score. Not to mention all of the money in tolls, gas, food etc....

I'm sure people have some funny ass stories to share so please enlighten us to what crazy ass shit you do to get your fix!

thanks
 
Pretty sure this post will end up merged soon enough, but it's a great talking point. Personally the 'lengths' I go to covert into hours at the grindstone, as I'm one of the lucky ones.. but going to work clucking at 8am knowing you're not gonna cop for a good 4 hours makes for some random behaviour. It's not about trying to hit a vein in the rest room immediately after serving morning coffee or making out your doing what the cleaners should have done the night before8(
 
xxx$/mg for opiates, hours of waiting, or both...

it's not fun...
 
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Just thinking about this topic makes me question my own sanity, ha. But a four years and some change IV heroin habit will do that to you.

I can't even fathom all the superfluous driving I've done, sitting around for hours on end in the less favourable areas of the city, the people I've approached - that in any other situation I would have no business even making idle chitchat with, the convoluted bullshit stories I've told in order to obtain drugs.

A few months ago, I had found a new 'connection' (turned out to be quite a shitty connection, if it can even be considered that, because the guy ended up disappearing after ripping me off for $20...) when all my other dealers were either not answering or not in the area. He told me to come right into his house and wait, while I assumed he bagged it up, so I did. I wasn't aware that he had two kids under the age of ten watching television in the same room I was directed to wait in. One half asleep in a playpen and the other sitting on the same damn couch, telling me to be quiet because her brother was sleeping. This made me feel absolutely awful; whether or not these kids are accustomed to having people in and out of their house buying drugs. After a good ten or fifteen minutes of sitting there awkwardly, he eventually gave me the shit and I got the fuck out of there, never wanting to be in a situation like that again...no matter how badly I want to get high (I say that now...haha). And thus far, I haven't.
 
I think that we might have a thread on this already, but I'll have to look for it.

In the mean time, well, I've never driven for that many hours before to pick up some dope, but we did have tentative sort of plans one time to take the drive and pick up from NY or NJ. I thought it would be fun, but the girlfriend wasn't up for it. :( But one day we'll do it. ;)

And I have gotten a flat before after copping in the projects. Basically, I had just had my car tire patched, but it wasn't patched very well - slow leak. So we got to the spot, picked up, and then we started driving away and my fucking tire was flat again. Had to pull into a school's parking lot (yeah, a school zone, with a bundle on us) and we jacked that car up and switched that tire with the donut so god damned fast. lol

But the worst time I had copping, or one of the worst times ever, was when we were still going through middlemen and it was one of the first times we ever tried picking up dope. I had about enough money for half a bundle, six bags, I think. A friend told me that she could hook it up and would do it for a bag, so I said yeah, why not, as she'd be the one doing me the favor; I picked her up and that's when she told me we would have to pick up another friend of hers, some kid who was the guy who actually knew the dealer and could hook it up. Well, of course he wanted a bag too! So, very quickly I can see that I'm about to drop a considerable sum of money, not a real lot, but considerable, and I'd only be making out with a few bags.

I won't go into exactly what happened, as it's all very boring. But I basically drove all around town picking up middlemen and middle-middle men, and everyone is wanting something, and they're overcharging me as well, and when all is said and done... I made out with 2 bags. To this day, those were the most expensive god damned bags I've ever bought. lol

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to solely score drugs and drive directly back home? a little over an hour, it was the first time using mephedrone and was well worth it, god damn i'd love to have one more night with some good meph

i drove 2 hours to have a marathon sex session at a cheap motel, i count that as a drug
 
I think driving ~3 hours to and from Holland (for weed/truffles/salvia and other shit you can buy in smartshops) is the farthest I've ever gone to get drugs.
 
military i went to afghan and i used stole poppy plants and smoked lots of opium so afghanistan WHO GOT DAT BEAT HUHHHHH!! LOL J/P BUT TRUE STORY
 
2 hours one - way. but not solely for drugs, visiting where i used to live and picking up drugs, every time.
 
MyDoorsAreOpen said:
Despite its liberalism and wealth, Northern New England is a surprisingly hard place to score if you don't know anybody who uses, even for weed. The locals are very insular. It's the only place where I've ever asked a young, bohemian-looking stranger, "You don't know where I could find some _____?" and been told, "Yeah actually I do, but I don't know you man, so I can't help you."
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QFT!

With that being said ~ 3.5 hrs
 
verso said:
I think that we might have a thread on this already, but I'll have to look for it.

In the mean time, well, I've never driven for that many hours before to pick up some dope, but we did have tentative sort of plans one time to take the drive and pick up from NY or NJ. I thought it would be fun, but the girlfriend wasn't up for it. :( But one day we'll do it. ;)

And I have gotten a flat before after copping in the projects. Basically, I had just had my car tire patched, but it wasn't patched very well - slow leak. So we got to the spot, picked up, and then we started driving away and my fucking tire was flat again. Had to pull into a school's parking lot (yeah, a school zone, with a bundle on us) and we jacked that car up and switched that tire with the donut so god damned fast. lol

But the worst time I had copping, or one of the worst times ever, was when we were still going through middlemen and it was one of the first times we ever tried picking up dope. I had about enough money for half a bundle, six bags, I think. A friend told me that she could hook it up and would do it for a bag, so I said yeah, why not, as she'd be the one doing me the favor; I picked her up and that's when she told me we would have to pick up another friend of hers, some kid who was the guy who actually knew the dealer and could hook it up. Well, of course he wanted a bag too! So, very quickly I can see that I'm about to drop a considerable sum of money, not a real lot, but considerable, and I'd only be making out with a few bags.

I won't go into exactly what happened, as it's all very boring. But I basically drove all around town picking up middlemen and middle-middle men, and everyone is wanting something, and they're overcharging me as well, and when all is said and done... I made out with 2 bags. To this day, those were the most expensive god damned bags I've ever bought. lol

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^That brings back too many unpleasant memories. I'm happy those days are over.
 
Well, when I was living in Washington DC at a halfway house, I ended up relapsing and buying a bag of dope through this homeless crack head I had befriended and took me down to the hood. What I didn't know then, was that in Washington DC, you couldn't buy syringes over the counter without a prescription, which left me in quite a predicament. I had begun to feel the regret and guilt kick in (before I even relapsed on the damn thing!) so I did a small bump the size of a match-head in the bathroom, which got me surprisingly high. I then did some research and found out that you could buy syringes over in Maryland. I was staying by Tenley Town (I think that is what it's called) and so I was not too far from the boarder of DC/Bethesda. The one problem was that it was also 2:30 AM which meant that not only did I have to get there, but I had to find a 24 hour pharmacy as well, in a city I had never been to before.

I managed to get on a bus, and once we had crossed over into Bethesda, Maryland, I got off at a random spot and walked around for three hours. I eventually found a 24 hour CVS who's pharmacy was closed, but they gave me directions to the nearest (1.5 miles away) 24 hour pharmacy. I eventually found the place, and bought a set of syringes as well as a bottle of water, and then ran into the nearest Starbucks where I fixed for the first time in six months since kicking methadone.
 
Living near a city that has everything i need and in a state thats pretty dense, i barely have to travel at all. Thank god i live in a small state
 
^yeah, I've always been relatively lucky. I had it so good at one point.. My heroin dealer lived about ten houses down on the corner of my street, my Xanax dealer lived one block over, and my coke dealer worked two blocks up.
 
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