Last Saturday, a couple of friends and I had planned to attend a rave in San Francisco, long story short we showed up late and waited for nothing cos they wouldn't let us in. Anyway. While walking back to the parking lot I spied some oldish dude in a black jacket with a scar on his face like some badass villain from a comic book, he kinda looked like the guy from house only fucked up and hobo-like. The guy man hobbled over to me and exclaimed "You need doses?!" Being the naive drug fiend I am, and having little access to the divine drug due to scarcity in my area I instantly took him up on the offer and walked with him into the parking lot. I noticed security guards, but they were passing around a J so I don't think they cared much, but I still had to be quick about it because friends were waiting. The sketchy man flashed me a bag of paper which seemed legit, now keep in mind that it's roughly 11 o' clock, so my vision isn't exactly sharp and on top of that I've lost my glasses and I'm nearsighted. So he flashes it and says 120 bucks for all of it, and explained how many hits were there, I don't remember how many hits he said there were, but it was a gratuitous amount. So I'm thinking "Ok, kick ass, we missed the rave but we got shitloads of acid in San Francisco." Totally wrong. So I hand him the money and he hands me the bag. And all is well, a fun night is about to ensue. Wrong again, dammit. I go back to the car and as I turn around, the old pirate caricature is hobbling away faster than a fucking Kenyan. I knew something was up and it instantly unnerved me. So I get back in the car to inspect the goods. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, the most ingenious fake acid I've ever seen. He gave me a bag, with two cardboard squares, you know, the ones from the bottom of reeses candies? Yeah, two of those. The scary thing was that he was also selling "Pure MDMA" (wonder what in the shit that could have been :S) All in all I thought it was pretty funny and idiotic at the same time on my part, but I tend to not worry about losing money, as it really is only paper. I guess I won't be looking for pirate Kenyans when I want acid next time P.S. Still made the best of the night, rolled really hard on 4 pills and bonded with friends.
haha that's a fun story. happens to the best of us sometimes. It's cool that you made it a good night in spite of it. i'm sure you've learned better lessons than anyone here can tell you about
Oh yes, one that I'll never forget, I can't help but laugh and shrug, because that's all ya really can do when some hobo steelz ur moniez. :hat:
i have purhcased quality lsd on a 3.5 x 5 inch index card before. It wasn't the whole card but a piece of it. sucks that the guy got you for your money but take it as a lesson learned and avoid shady charactors.
I think sometimes, especially in big cities, people look for festivals/raves and go specifically for this purpose. They have a good 1/2hour to get out of the area since you won't know until then at the earliest that it's phony. The last time I got fake LSD was a while ago at a dead show....I bought a vial for $80 bucks (which was the going price then.) The guy didn't quite look like a deadhead although he had very long hair. I knew it was a little fishy. Luckily I already got a drop from someone else for a few bucks....but that guy wouldn't sell a vial. (This was in NYC.) Back then, acid was almost always on nice perforated blotter paper. Recently I thought a bunch of people were trying to sell fake acid at a festival because none of it was perforated. So...I guess I'm a little too cautious now. I've bought some real acid from people who left pretty quickly. I think the main thing is to look out for people who are outside the festival or rave or whatever who don't look like they'd actually take acid. I know in your case you didn't get in....but I think it's always best to buy once you are inside with people who you know actually follow the scene.
