I only deal with people I can say a drugs real name with, but there were times I had to have street hussle and of course back then you use the freshest newest terms for whatever drug you want.
Great example... I won’t buy from someone That repeatedly calls their MDMA “molly.” That just makes me cringe.
-GC
Again, while I empathise with how dickish these people come across I would expect that is the whole way that they carry themselves that is the problem more than specific words - of course I may be wrong and have no right nor any intent to post anything on your behalf concerning your thoughts and experiences.
I cannot however ever see myself having an issue with any particular dealer just for using any particular word and if some younghead (there's a stupid piece of slang I picked up as part of my Wolverhampton twang, considered by most as the official dialect of the international fraternity of thicko's). Dealers I have dealt with who use the term food have never caused me any real irritation in so far as that they have been clear in their communication regardless and as good as one could ask for in general - despite the fact that I have never had a close or trusting relationship with any of them that did not centre around business, they are mostly accommodating, polite, respectful (long gone are the days when I would be waiting for an hour or more, surrounded by 25 other customers by the time they have turned up) while still vending what are often top banana commodities (I have just been to the only crew I know still around from before the drought and the only lot still selling full price, full size (0.2) and strength heroin, usually rocky as fuck, compared to the now long standard 5 pound inner city bags, which rarely, if ever, fake are mainly weak, the 2 exceptions I know of being the only City centre kids I bother with). Calling ahead, my lift and I were directed to an area on the northern outskirts of the suburban area, the most accessible for someone travelling south by me and after calling back to say I was at the location I was left for just under 4 minutes waiting for them to arrive and was home within an hour.
And these are the worst kind of dealers, as traditionally I have always been within peer groups where drugs used to purchased through if not from close friends. Due to my isolation, the class A street dealers are the only people who I have access to, often having to buy weed from one of them due to remaining in touch with only one of my old friends, also a life long cannabis retailer. Beggars can not be choosers and access to an MDMA or pill dealer would be all I would need to get off my arse and get out and about again (as long as I am sorted I have never had a problem with going out dancing by myself, something I have even done in Ibiza on one night during which the lamers with me on holiday could not be arsed). Unless, as stated above, it was part of a wider attitude problem I would not say no to an MDXX/Ecstasy source just because of the overuse of the word 'Molly' or any other behaviour short of being a complete tit. Beggars cannot be choosers especially at my age where i just come across as an out of touch twat regardless...