Erowid's adventurous summer, and dreams of an empire

(some names may have been change, some people might not exist,)
I have been touchen around these forums often enough I feel perhap it's time I throw down the story about the most defining three months of my life all resulting it an insane tangent of thought which arised when my mom caught me high as hell cracking my windows in the parkinglot of where I work. The dishwasher who I happened to decide to smoke up on that day, I always smoked people up back when I was slingen sacks as I always had a wicked personal stash, had just barely made it inside the restaurant by the time my mom pulled across three parking spaces diagnally in front of me. I get out and ask her whats goin on, first thing she says, "you look really high right now" I adamately deny it and she relujctantly accepts and I go in the restaurant and bury my head in my hands in the breakroom stairing at my app sampler I had the cook get ready for me, my supervisor comes up to me and says, "C.., theirs a real mom looking character waiting in the lobby for you."

I confront her trying to stay behind the counter she agressively convinces me to come out to the car at which point she goes absulotely off the rocker for about 15 minutes constantly turning the mirror in my direction and saying can you see yourself, to my reply, "I've seen myself ripped before, mom it ain't a newsflash to me." She drives me up to my car and wants to confinscate all my shit, I knew I had to give her something. In th cubby between the seets I had a whip it cracker, a couple baloons, a half O nugz, and several empty nos cartriges. On the passenger floor was a digital scale, 75$, three ounces tucked in a pringles container(first time I'd bought that much that night actually, i was only up to two before that), and my bowl which I named sandstorm, my bro's just called it the penis peice cause of it's shaftish shape. So I abviously give her all the stuff in the cubby to which she asks is this everything, I get pissed and defensive and she gets a bit snappy yet backs off, does some talk about out patient and drug testing every week, then tells me Im coming home now. I tell her to piss off cause I have to finish work and I'd talk to her again when she had some time to decompress. I went back inside and began to acknowledge the fact this was the end of my now 4 month experience as a dealer with this newfound well of suspicion. If you think the events that follow get a bit extreme just acknowledge that this was indeed the death of everything I beleived in and loved in life, hooking up sacks out of work, selling to freinds, getting ripped on average 6 times a day without spending a penny. After several hours of trajic revelation the tangent overwhelmed me it's time to take one hell of a chance, I mean it was only 11 and 1/2 months til my 18th birthday. I got one of the waitresses to let me stay at her place over the weekend then got dumped off at a coffee place by one of her roomates the next morning after she had left, I was at a dead end 13 hours after my journey had begun. I made calls to the mayors daughter all that morning and on the third try I finally got through, she was with a cook who I'd hooked up once or twice and agreed to let me stay at his place for a bit, from there my buddy Ryan introduced me to a fellow named mike whom's place I stayed at for the next month, which was pretty cool besides for the fact it was a half block from the police station, my buddy andy told me the day after I moved in their the called my name on the announcements at school as one of the top 5 achademic acheivers in the junior class, god I love irony. Anyways I learned to keep a budget I spent about 2.50$ a day on food and 15$ a day on weed, I met some crazy charecters over at mikes, got screwed with some of the densest nugz Ive ever seen, not bad wheight or anyhting just hard to off, and learned rent can always be forgoten in smoke, and never eat boomers the morning after a night of drinking, what a waste.

I felt I'd worn out my welcome when mike came home from work and I had nine people over at his place, I felt awful but it's just cause I suck at telling people to piss off. I was not forced out in any way, but felt abligated to leave. I moved in with what I can only compare to the osborne family two blocks away, I shouldn't say in with so much for I was living in their garage I suppose. The main thing that got me there and was keeping me their I realized after about 15 days was their dam daughter he wanted to get in my pants and was alway poppin in just in time to get her paice of a bowl I'd just packed. These folks were the most obset of anyone probably by the prospect of me dealing off their place. I did it quite bluntly just the same, and nevertheless they didn't notice to much. Exept for their 22 year old son whom I loathed who hated the use of the word ****** in any context yet was quite liberal with making raggin on my lebaneze freind, needless to say I exploded on him on several occasions. I learnt here that tweaker folk are scandalist. a guy I'd been chillin with for 2 weeks stole my backpack which had 2 oz's of shwiz my scale and 100$. I also found that many of the anticonformist girls 1-2 years younger than me, including the one that wanted in my pants, have the personalities of wet dishrags, and goths who live with their parents shouldn't be trusted to move wheight even if it is swag.

Then I came to the last stay of my summer. Brandons place, this was awesome for Brandon was the most enlightened indivual I'd met in this entire city. This was bad because he lived in onr of the highest profile apartment buildings in town, I lived by about 3 crack dealers. I stopped dealing schwag, and actually started offing oz's. I hooked up the mayors daughter, and a different cook at the place I used to work. The most oz's I moved I didn't make one penny on for I was only getting a pound a week because I knew one fellow who would shift on average 3 o's a day, and had to give him quite a fair price to do it. I didn't like this guy too much by the end though. Never trust shroom chocolates, they are almost guarenteed to contain slightly less actual active material then promised. I also learnt to never trip on boomers two days in a row, 105$ worht of chocolates lol, I didn't have a single conscious thought for 3 hours straight on the second day. It was the first time I had owned a bong, and when you have reliable source of weed and a good bong life is good.

Where this story ends? one day I was on my way back from delivering 6 o's to that guy's place, He'd gone around me and got 4 o's elsewhere without telling me and on the way back a squadcar roles up behind me, I bolted but I was high as hell from taking bongrips before I left so I felt hopeless at the first sign of shartage of breath and stopped, rather neglecting the 4 o's in my pocket, upon being dragged back to the cop car He was probing me as to why I ran, I started breathing heavily and ranting about some anxiety disorder, He patted me down and pulled out 4 oz's and inquired as to perhaps if that was why I ran to which I replied "possibly". We got to the police station and while I was detained I stole my cell back and smashed it as best I could, after the cops had made several dark sarcasms about me like " always good to see a new entrpreneur." and had left the room. after that there is rehab school and now, nothing of particualr intrest, hope u found my story intresting do comment.

It may not look it but that's the rather abridged version, I did leave out some things but rather included the jist of it. Some things I missed-
-Missed opurtunities at moving opium/extacy
-Good times frolfin
-The oklahoma folks

 

wow, holy shit. thats some heavy shit man.

 

idk why i read that but it was intresting. Im glad everything worked out for you. you living w/ your folks again or where you staying?

 

Ya back with the folks for now, for another three months, and back on the wagon with the feet still draggin

 

how the hell did everything work out if you got caught with a qp? you didn't narc did you?

 

I'm 17 and it was my first criminal charge, I didn't even consider narcing, why do u think I smashed my cell phone. True though I could have gotten thrown in prison for a good bit, yet I had faith that would not happen. I went to rehap for a bit and got a years probation for my official charges.

 

damn man thats heavy. Good tosee youre out of it,,, do you truely wanna get back into dealing?
Peace vibes.

 

wow, thats some story

 

That was incredibly hard to read and understand but none the less it seems like you had quite the adventure.

 

My ass is out the game no more slingen for me, and ya it's kinda hard to condense a summer into one story.

 

sounds like it should be a movie or sumthin

 

Don't get high on your own supply. You should know that. Crazy story.

 

that's an awesome story man. you should write it out in the form of a short story or a very short novel... that is if you're into writing anyways. but yeah thanks for entertaining me for a little while man

 

no problem!

mate, when you got the best supply in town you don't go and downgrade, unfortunately the ganj that has been around town since my ambition saw its fall definitely has not been hitten up to par with this summers greens. (pun)

 

wow, crazy story