I want to share this story that happened a while back. Going through this taught me a really good lesson. So I hadn't smoked in about a year by this point-I used to do it a lot but decided to quit because I just didn't feel like it was the right thing to do for a while-a friend of mine who is really into smoking now finally talked me into smoking some again. So we set out to buy a dime. I had lost my old phone numbers so I didn't have any connections what so ever anymore, but he apparently knew lots of people. I believed him since he smoked many times a day, and even had other drugs every now and then. So he called up a guy and we set off to his house in my car. He said he knew where this guy lives but he was lying I guess. It was your typical mid dealer, lives in the ghetto, you know the deal. So he tells him we'll be there in 15 minutes and we start driving. After about 30 minutes of us trying to find it, (this kid had no clue where the guy's house was) we just decided to ask this kid riding a bike down the road where the guy lived. Turns out it wasn't a kid, but an older black man, about the age of 60. I was pretty sketched out and didn't want to do this anymore but my friend was pretty persistent, and I didn't have the brains to just say fuck it and leave. Mistake. The guy claimed it was his cousin (lol) and knew what we were looking for. So he asked if we were looking for green and we said yeah, a dime. He said ok hold on and went in his house. We were pretty happy cause we thought he was going to get a dime and sell it to us and we could just enjoy or smoke. Nope. Keep in mind, I'm a white kid. I'm pretty smart, can get myself out of bad situations and I can defend myself well, but I was really scared this wasn't going to turn out good. He comes out and just gets in the car and tells us to drive. Pretty scary to be in the ghetto and have someone jump in your car...actually I was incredibly scared, not going to lie. So I drive and he tells me to turn a couple of times. Finally he tells me to pull in a parking lot for some apartments. My friend was in the back seat with him and apparently gave him the ten dollars to go buy from someone. I didn't know he did this and I would have certainly stopped him if I knew what was going on...but I was sort of dazed by the whole situation. So the guy runs off to a house next to the apartments. I pretty much knew he was going to take the money but my dumb friend still had faith in him I guess. I wanted to slap my friend for giving him the money first. I also wanted to slap myself for getting into this situation. After waiting about fifteen minutes I finally told my friend that we should just be happy we're still alive. Two white boys in the ghetto just doesn't do well. My friend, being a dumb ass, wanted to go find the guy. I tried really hard to talk him out of doing this but he just wouldn't listen to me. Basically I explained to him that we were lucky to be unharmed so far after the shit we got ourselves into and we should just count our losses and get out of there...it's only ten dollars. He just wouldn't listen to me and decided to go find him. I told him he was a dumb ass but if there was no way for me to stop him, he can go ahead and get himself deeper in shit and go by himself. He did... So I'm waiting in my car for five minutes...and he didn't come back. I'm getting pretty scared by this point. I knew I was in a bad situation. Five minutes later I'm getting really worried. Finally, I see my friend walking back. I was pretty happy to see him and by this point I didn't give half a shit whether or not we got a dime. But he did get the dime. I don't know if his story is true or not but apparently he walked up to the guy who was sitting in a chair talking and drinking beer with his friends. The guy told him the weed was in the bushes and so my friend looked for a while and didn't find anything. Then after a while of messing with my friend, doing stuff like telling him it was in the bushes, the guy handed him the dime. It wasn't a good dime at all, it was swag. And even if it was mids, it didn't weigh enough but whatever. I hadn't smoked in a year so it felt decent since I had no tolerance. I was just happy to be alive. Anyone else have a story like this? I think my actions were completely idiotic and I was lucky to come out of this unharmed. I learned a lot of lessons from this, so I guess it wasn't that bad of an experience. Any stories you guys want to share?
Exactly why weed should be legal, so the occasional smoker doesn't have to rely on d-bags to get them schwag.
True that. I've been put in ten times more danger actually obtaining weed than I have been while under the influence of it.
Props to your friend as well on getting that weed, I probably would have said fuck that shit as well and left.
At least you got the weed. Maybe the guy just wanted to visit with his cousin for a few minutes before coming back to you, so as not to be rude to his cousin, and he just lost track of time. lol Me and my friends used to go to these projects in Athens, GA called The Rolling Ridge Apartments, but we just called it "The Ridge". Anyway, we'd been there dozens upon dozens of times and bought from a wide variety of dealers in the apartments, but one time we went in there and we were talking to one of our dealers and another dealer we bought from before didn't like that we were buying from someone else, so him and two friends walked up to our car and started talking shit. One of them threatened to pull out his gun if we didn't leave, so we were just talking shit back to him and telling him he wasn't gonna do shit. I thought they were gonna try to rob us, but we all kept talking shit to them anyway. haha Then we saw the guy we were buying from come back out of his door and all of the guys that were talking shit to us just walked off. I guess they were scared of him or something. lol Anyway, we got our weed and we smoked it:sifone: Another time at The Ridge, we were trying to buy from someone, but he said he didn't have any weed at the time, so we were leaving and another dealer flagged us down and sold to us. The dealer that didn't have any weed saw us buy from someone else and started walking toward our car before we left and he started talking all kinds of shit about how he was gonna kill us if he saw us in The Ridge again and we were like whatever man, you'll sell to us if we call you. haha He ended up selling to us a few days later anyway:sifone:
