now if you were a real thug, like kidcompton, you would have broken that dub into two sacks and went and sold it to some suburban kids for 20 apiece and made you some money.
then you could be teh dealer.
After trading a 50 sack for 3/8ths of shrooms and consuming way too many, I smoked said said dub to reset the world.
hahahaha…
better move.
Most, whether I know them or not, want to meet in their territory. Plus, I don’t direct dealers to my fucking house anyways. How dumb is that?
I think they just find you to be a creepy motherfucker. I’m never worried about a dealer coming to my house, it’s his risk, and I don’t care if the neighbours know I smoke weed (as if they didn’t already).
If I’m on the phone and I order an extra pizza just for you, YOU NEED TO PAY FOR IT.
ONLY IF I SAY I’M GONNA. If I say “a pizza would be nice” and you say “I’ll order one for each of us” there’s no commitment to pay there. Sorry. Unless he said “I want weed, I have this much to spend”.
Some drugs ARE entertainment unto themselves AND can enhance everything you do to ridiculous extremes. Those are fun drugs.
I know. The ones I’ve done were bad and I regretted using’em.
You’re an idiot. I don’t smoke weed. I wasn’t just blazing and he came by. Him and my buddy were putting in an order for THEIR weed. I didn’t get any as I don’t really like it. I pick it up, but now he doesn’t wanna when he realizes the other guy isnt buying it for him. Thats a bit different than not wanting to put him in rotation when he just walked on by.
So they put in an order TOGETHER and one guy didn’t have any money and assumed the other guy was buying or got his own weed quicker from somebody else or whatever. Don’t pay for things you don’t want and these problems don’t happen.
Moochers suck, but the weed culture is pretty pro-mooch. I almost got into a fight over this kind of thing once upon a time.
I think they just find you to be a creepy motherfucker. I’m never worried about a dealer coming to my house, it’s his risk, and I don’t care if the neighbours know I smoke weed (as if they didn’t already).
Story time. We go score some weed around the way. I’m drunk so I gotta piss. I go to the bushes while my crew makes the trade. Come out, spook the dealer and its beef. We quiet that when the dealer notices the Folks flag on my buddy. The Blood next to my buddy tucked his shit and went undetected. So here we are, 3am and we’ve got this coked up, locced up motherfucker checking his lit. Failed 360, 720 AND the yellow brick road knowledge. Failed the handshake and couldn’t produce a tat or brand either. Now, this particular crew is known as an army and they’ve got at least one AK on deck compared to our knife, we sent our ride away so they couldn’t scope us out, and I’m about ready to start killing Folks. So this guy asks who sent him. He starts spitting out all types of names and shit and finally hits one. The dealer makes a call and asks for a green light. The guy gives him a red and starts yelling over the phone “Don’t kill him Mac, we know you crazy, but don’t do it!” After a few more questions about potential beef, we were “escorted” from the neighborhood.
Now, I COULD go way the fuck out and by shit from the white guys, but they can’t fill large orders, immediate orders or provide the same quality. Anyways, I don’t exactly need this mess in my fucking living room.
So, the guy in question, after a couple hits bought his sack after all, realizing it was some fire ass weed.
GROAN. You are an idiot. Buy weed from hippies; they don’t shoot you for having the wrong tattoo.
In fact, fuck all that gangster shit. You run with those fools, you deserve whatever horrible shit happens to you. Stupid shit happens in stupid places to stupid people. Its like a law of the universe.
I don’t KNOW any hippies. I know gangsters who have the goods and college kids who DON’T have the goods. So I buy from the gangsters. Since the new guy is a best friend, I get the shit without worrying about what I wear. All works out.
If you buy WEED from gang members, you fail at life.
If you buy it from GROWERS WHO ARE NOT GANGSTERS, they can fill any order you’re gonna have.
Right, because growers are out there pushing their shit.
Story time…
shit
I decided it was boring. Edited it away
Uh, I got high once, the end.
sitting on your ass and watching harold and kumar go to white castle?
Drugs will only hold you back. That is all I have to say thanks.
Weed enhances sex, food, music, movies, massage, hikes in the woods, low intensity sparring sessions, video games, board sports (snow or surf), and firearms practice.
I used to spar on acid. A lot better than getting creamed on pot.
Tell me that again when you can do drugs under a pile of title belts.
Who the fuck do you think you are, Jesus Christ?
I used to spar on acid. A lot better than getting creamed on pot.
Never got around to that. I tossed everyone out of my gym when we ended up there as I was tripping on my lack of money.
Right, because growers are out there pushing their shit.
Only to people who aren’t douchebags.
Also, Osiris, your ideas about acid apply only to your part of the country. I remember talking to you about it previously, and the availability here IS bad, but I’ve since talked to people who can get it, it’s not non-existant as you thought and this is NOT the fake shit.
Erm, duh? Of course its still out there. But your buddies probably DO have fake shit.