things you hate about marijuana

[Trotskilicious]

ihaguitar hates muslims and he says that it's a fact that the chinese can't drive

russian iha is the guy that's just up israel's ass like a hamster

[LSDVoyager]

I remember the one thing I hated while dealing was when I got random calls in the middle of the night from a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of (Insert Name Here). And I didn't even know who the fuck that person was...Those were the worst feelings of dealing, was knowing you were just a pawn to some potheads. I also hated dealing with teenagers, especially the rich kids (as much as I upsold them everything) I mainly hated dealing with them because they were "Weed Connoisseurs", always snotty about the product and NEVER and I mean NEVER satisfied with anything I gave them. And then of course the people I loved dealing with (mainly the dudes who bought more than 2 ounces at once), I would drive out of my way, show up like a pizza delivery kid to their house and leave with an illegal smile on my face

[redbreegull]

Originally Posted by LSDVoyager

I remember the one thing I hated while dealing was when I got random calls in the middle of the night from a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of (Insert Name Here). And I didn't even know who the fuck that person was...Those were the worst feelings of dealing, was knowing you were just a pawn to some potheads.

kind of like they were customers, huh

[LSDVoyager]

Well I know I was just providing a service but it made me feel like shit every day I did it. The difference between the kids and the adults was that I knew the adults and they watched me grow up, only years later to sell them some weed now and again. idk, I'm glad I just started growing and got out of dealing from within a ring. I hated going to MY dealers house to get 8 ounces to push and then realizing that he had a loaded gun on the table everytime with two guys "watching" the door...Too much shady shit here in New Mexico...

[Trotskilicious]

uh no dealer i've ever met even accepts phone calls from people they don't know

i got his number and called him and he did not answer, he texted back asking who it was, i said, he called me. I mean that's just prudent. Stringer Bell nawmeen?

[LSDVoyager]

Yeah I never answered that shit, my phone was just randomly blowing up in the middle of the night with either calls and voicemails or texts.

I would rarely call back and deal especially because I knew all they wanted was a half eight or some meth at like 4 in the morning.

[LSDVoyager]

I only dealt with Weed, X, Acid, and DMT.

[Trotskilicious]

man all i did was know a coke dealer and that's what happened to me all the time. HEY MAN CAN YOU CALL ANDY FOR ME DOG SRSLY WE WANT SOME WHIIIIITE at like 4am. I did coke a little bit but they were still blowing up my phone months later. I had to turn it off at night on the weekends.

i always have respect for hours with my dealer. I think that's why he delivers to me now, because I get home from work and he's just woken up and fresh and ready and he'll come over and drop off a bag and chit chat. And even with people pestering me post-bar close I won't call him because it would be shitty and he's usually so fucked up by then he can't even make coherent sentences.

[LSDVoyager]

I do have respect for coke dealers cause they really deal with a lot of shit.

I still deliver to a couple of people and we hang out, smoke, trip. It's an interesting relationship as a dealer/customer/friend bond. If you're getting home at like 3 in the morning and I know you need some, I'll fly by. You worked hard. As a dealer I lived by a weird code of "treating people the way you would want to be treated", I never met a dealer that delivered, I gave it a shot, I had fun sometimes doing so. In fact I just got a call 20 minutes ago from this girl in town. I'm probably going to go when she gets off of work at 3, most likely 4...

[Trotskilicious]

i respect a coke dealer as long as he's not on coke

[LSDVoyager]

Indeed and agreed.

Try selling acid on acid, then freaking out that you have 300 bucks in your pocket when you leave the party.

[Trotskilicious]

well my weed dealer likes pharmaceuticals which worries me and then my backup is just a plain ole alcoholic but there's something really dumb about coke dealers doing coke and i don't think you can even deal heroin if you're on it.

[LSDVoyager]

I just had a funny mental image of a heroin dealer selling on heroin. It would be like that house on Halloween that leaves the candy bowl out and uses the "honor system"..One heroin rock per person, leave cash under bowl.

[Trotskilicious]

my funny mental image is an overdose

[LSDVoyager]

lol that reminded me of this..

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[FoolofaTook]

Since we're talking about drugs here's my weed story. Last year a friend and I drove across the US. We just had two months here and then had to return to Saudi Arabia, so we tried to smoke as much as possible. We pick up some weed in Michigan from a small time dealer (a high school kid) and I am supposed to buy an ounce of chronic from him for $300. During the hand-off, I thought the buds looked a little sparse, but it was dark and I was nervous, so I just took the stuff and left. Later on, we discovered that he had sold us shit weed: the stuff which takes you ages just to glean a little from the sticks and seeds and then all you get is a faint buzz and a headache. I was furious, especially since my funds were limited and this was supposed to be my stash for the next month. He also sold me $200 dollars worth of pills that he claimed to be amphetamines; later on I found out that they did nothing other than make me sick for a week. So the next morning my brother and I storm into his room and confront him. I throw the weed at him, tell him he screwed us, and ask for the money. After arguing with him for a while, he returns the money but says the pills are legit. I buy this bullshit and we leave.

This summer I move back here to go to school. I start buying through a friend of my brothers and soon discover that the dealer he buys from is the dude who screwed my last year. I figure out the house he sells out of. It happens to be a ten minute walk away from where I'm staying. So I decide to keep a look out for any chance to plunder my foe and claim vengeance.

A few days ago I try to buy a little but my friend can't come through. So I walk over to the dealer's house on my own. As I get to his driveway, he pulls out and drives off, even though I try to wave him down. I seize this golden opportunity and dash into the garage. The door into the house is locked, as it was on a previous venture, but I notice a room at the back of the garage, whose door is open. I go into it and there is a unmistakable odor. It didn't take me long to find the sack with two ounces of prime chronic. A great treasure was mine!

On the way back from my victory I bump into my still unsuspecting foe. He asks me what I wanted, explaining he drove away because he didn't want the neighbors to notice us dealing. I lamely tell him that I don't need anything anymore, and he drives off. I quickly deposit my spoils in my household refuge and then head off to the forest with a nugg to get stoned (of course). On the way there my foe pulls up, not looking very pleased indeed. He asks me if I went into his house. I deny it. He says I was seen. I act puzzled. He is mad. He drives off. I proceed.

Now I have A LOT OF CHRONIC. I mean, a ton of weed. It's really good stuff too. I've been smoking myself into a stupor and listening to Sunn O))) a lot.

[Dead Frequency]

Two zips is a little less than a ton, bud