I was scoring off this guy I didn't know too well in the early 90's and got his phone from my brother. I knew that he didn't like to talk about drugs on the phone so I rang him and told him who I was and he sorta vaguely remembered me so I said 'Is alright if we talk?' obviously implying I wanted to talk about drugs. He then said 'yrrrrhh...what do you wanna talk about?' which i just took, even though I knew it wasn't, as him giving me the green light to ask him if I could come and score. I think, when I asked him, he just said 'i haven't got any' or well i can't remember what he said or even if I went and scored.
It was late at night and I just left the house of the last client, in a dark place a gang came out of the night and they wanted to rob me. I made quite a scene, gave them the one gram I had in my pocket. Then they let me go- I was luckey because I had a 100g plate and coke in my backpack. I went back to the house of my clients- they were dangerouse people with guns. We went out together, found that gang and beat them up, took their drugs and money and chased them away. All that for 1 gram lol.
I had a dealer that was in his late 40's when i was only 19 at the time. He was the defenition of a hustler. When i first met him i waited outside in my car and he came down and jumped in. It was very strange at first just how he was as a person. He taught me a lot though about the streets in ghetto and non-ghetto areas. Everywhere we went i rarely ever got out of my car. I was his personal taxi. I got my weed but was short almost every time, i felt i was getting fucked over every time but i had no one else at the time. DJ was his name, and he always hooked me up with other stuff so the money evened itself out more. He would give me some lines of coke, hook me up with drinks, offered all kinds of drugs if i wanted. He taught me a lot though. We would sit on street corners getting high and he would point out things to avoid, people who are safer. How to tell if someone is carrying a gun. How to pick out a transvestite that was covered well. How to noticed what drugs people were on. What make this coke better than that. All kinds of shit. Sometimes i was scared, but for some reason i felt safe with DJ. He pretty much helped me write the first 50 chapters in my streets book and their are only 70 chapters in it. Then one day the friendship just ended. He was a good man, but i learned he was a hustler. We had a good time for those 11/12 months but then it was time to move on. I hope he is still alive but ill never know. Every time i go back to the city i drive in some of the areas where he lived hoping ill see him again.
i had this one dealer a couple years back who i learned i could trust.. legit dealer, not some punk who sells when he wants to make money lol.. anyway if i wasnt around i used to leave him money in my house and in place hed leave me the buds lol one day i came home and he was playing xbox and he ordered pizza! LOL
the dude i get weed from now does it pretty sketchy....my friend has to call or text him for me (i don't know his number), and the dude puts the bag in his mailbox on his porch...on a busy street. 9 times outta 10, there are multiple bags in there, or bags + money. the last time there were FOUR eighths in there ($50 a piece). it's pretty tempting to just grab the $200 half ounce and leave, but obviously that's not cool. i just wonder, if he happened to get busted...would it be a federal offense since he's involving the mail sorta?
I highly doubt using a mailbox to drop drugs and money in can be considered a federal crime becasue it's put into the mailbox by someone and not the actual potal system..
^^i know you're just joking, but would you REALLY rob the mailbox guy? i wouldn't think so since you were a "victim" of theft yourself in the story you just posted.
I don't see that using his mailbox is sketchy, if he gives legit sacks. It sounds like it's personal protection, unless they see him put it there on surveillance, he can claim ignorance. People who will trust you to NOT grab the other 3 sacks or hundreds of dollars and who don't short your sack, and don't even need to see you in person to trust you to do it right, are generally trustworthy, and just careful. Or else he's so hood he'd have your ass dead before you got home
well, he gives good bags, i don't weigh it but i'm sure it's on. that's the only reason i go back. but trust me...it's a little sketchy. you'd realize it in person
Well I can imagine it being sketchy to pick up from him, but at the same time, doesn't seem like a dude you have to worry about getting jumped or anything with, you know? Little white boys like me have to worry about that.
exactly... i only deal with family type people, who I have enough knowledge about to protect myself if shit hits the fan...
