Sketchiest Drug Deals?!

You have no idea how much anger that sparks inside of me lol. Highschool seniors around this place are trying to act hard or something and ganging up on highschool juniors and beating the crap out of them lately... The kids didn't do anything and aren't even a challenge to them either, they just think it's gangster to beat up skater kids and steal their stuff or something... They never do anything without "the boys", and they disappear real fast when they don't have their friends around, pussies... I'm glad none of your friends got seriously hurt, peace.

 

Me and some friends heard we could get an ounce for 60 bucks. I pitched in 20 with a friend, some other dudes pitched in 40, and what we got in return was like a quarter. The dude getting the weed didn't wanna say anything cause it was sketchy. Someone he barely knew picked him up and drove him to a trailer somewhere. Anyway, the guys who put in 40 were like some friends we hadn't seen in a while that turned into total tweekers, and they thought we ripped them off, even though we only kept a few bowls for ourselves and gave them the rest.

 

If you know where he lives, you suck if he keeps your money.


Personally, got sucker punched for 3/4ths oz weed. Know who, and am gradually runining his life.

 

i shat my pants
(shit?)

 

I've got maaaany of these but the first that comes to mind is going to this guys house with a friend of mine (who's slightly sketchy). we got there and there were a bucnh of gangster type people drinking and some asians working on a computer server and I traded my benzos for some pot and some people got a bit fucked up but not too bad. We were waiting for purple hearts which was the best e (pure mdma, presses we believe) I've seen around here in a long time. Around three hours later the batch arrived and everyone scrambled to get their pills and were all drunk and stuff and some of the people we were with got theirs but we were shorted a total of three. We confronted the dealer and it seems like this other guy had taken them then he pulls out a big fuckign machete and starts chasing someone and tries to rob me and we were all high as fuck and it was a pissoff.
yep.

e: I don't know if this counts as a drug deal but its much harder to scam pharmacies because of us. Me and some of my junkie friends met this guy who had a lot of scripts and he had stolen a pad from his doctor, so we made soe scripts for supudol and iluadid and were already all high on either heroin/oxy/methadone/xanax/etc and went about pharmacying. Managed to get a small amount fo opes but we had to go to four pharmacysa and find only the 24hr ones and one guy caught my friend and he had to run. While he was getting caught I was also picking up a xanax script so i had to wait and I was scared theyd think i was in on it. Anyways, they make it a lot harder to forge scripts after we hit a few pharmacys in one night then started getting caught and running.

 

ok, so i have cousins in NYC and the one im closest to is Marie. a couple months ago she introduced me to a guy she had started dating. he was a made man in one of the five families. he sent me on an errand once. know he musta thought i was stupid or some thing cause all he told me was that i had to go to a motel in New Jersey, met some 'friends' of his and give them a duffle bag and they'll give me a different duffle bag. now i knew wat this was about. so i go to the motel...one of those places with the room entrances one the outside...anyway i go to the room he said to go to and this spainish guy answers the door and says to me aggressive and defensive like "who are you?" and im all like "gino sent me" so he says to that "oh, you got the money?" im all like "yeah" so he says to that "got get it and ill have the stuff." so i go to my car and get the duffle bag full of cash. when i got back he had a diffrent duffle bag. so as we exchanged, he looked real nervous. so i get in the car with the bag open it up and guess wats there? 3 large bags of white powder. so i take it back to gino's house and he splits one of the bags open tastes the powder and says to me "this stuffs baking soda!" im was like "im sorry" and he said "dont worry it aint ur fault"

it was fucked up the entire scenario.

 

Man, I must be lucky. Every time I've bought drugs it's either been from really good friends or friends zonked out on xanax that give me amazing deals because they don't know how to use a scale!

I mean I did have that one drug deal freshman year when I bought a dub from a gang-banger in a parking lot at like 2 am. Wasn't too worried about it though.

 

Ha, some really good stories here!

I have some interesting ones myself. When I was a wee lad, about 15 or so, I obviously couldn't get a job. So I had to finance my, ahem... habits, in other ways. My most steady method of moneymaking was middle-manning drug deals. My connect lived in a particulary bad neighborhood in South Salt Lake, the type of place where cops don't patrol, an area I dubbed "The White Ghetto" as it was mostly white crack heads and gun toting thugs. One particular night, a trusted acquaintance of mine needed a qp of chronic, an o of shrooms, and a whole pile of P buttons. It started out routine. I called him, informed him of what I needed via a half-assed code language we came up with and he told me to swing by his house. So we set out for that shit hole, garbage filled, crack-infested neighborhood. Upon arrival, I got out and met up with him in his driveway where he pulled out two christmas stockings filled with you-know-what and I handed him a CD case with the money in it. At that very moment, a cop drove by, no joke, doing probably 3 mph and stopped two houses down, sitting in his car. As i previously mentioned, this neighborhood was particularly cop unfriendly so I was freaked out. I got in the car. I told the person driving to drive slow and act normal. At that moment the cop flipped around and got behind us. "Oh god I'm fucked, prison here I come, why am I so fucking retarded?" were some of the things that immediately came into my mind. He was probably one car length behind us when suddenly here comes the inevitable, his lights flash up, sirens wail, a bead of cold sweat is drawn from my head and trickles down, settling on my eyebrow. We pull over. "Oh god, my life is over!" is what popped into my head. At that moment, he speeds up, passes us, flips a U-turn, and takes off in the other direction. We leave "The White Ghetto", I immediately withdraw a sigh of relief, it felt as if the weight of a planet jumped off my shoulders.

After that, I did no more middle-manning.

 

SOUNDS TO ME like a good place to STAY THE HELL OUT OF u n l e s s you arrive IN A CONVOY of no less than 3 vehicles. ALL TRUCKS. Or better yet ARMORED TRUCKS. BETTER YET ARMORED VEHICLES w/30cal and up heavy weapons. But thats just me. When I feel threatened I finger my best friend....no, not my Johnson.

Any 2nd A folks in here know what I mean........;D

 

YOURS IS THE only story I'VE READ IN THIS THREAD. I would have been scared shitless and witless!!!

Only one story comes to mind in my far past. It's not a drug buy story tho.....it is one of PURE ADVENTURE. Think EVADE AND ESCAPE.....from The Man. That's all I'm willing to give up right now. As I am a semi law abiding citizen and this happened 40 some odd years ago, I'm not sure of the Statute of Limitations concerning certain items with certain things. Suffice to say I've always been QUITE PROUD OF MYSELF for seeing to the fact me and my 3 pals got away clean. Tho I would bet the other 3 NEVER PULLED THIS KINDA SHIT EVER AGAIN!!! I sure as Hell haven't!!