$170 Down the Drain

[insomnolent]

SWIM has been copping in Baltimore for the past few months since SWIM made the move from Oxy to dope in an effort to save some money. SWIM had dealt with a particular individual on the street that had flagged SWIM down several times in the past and treated SWIM very well (he even threw in extra due to the volume SWIM purchased). Anyway, the guy got in the car as usual and directed SWIM where to drive just like any other time, except this time instead of stopping at a shady looking house, the guy told SWIM to stop in front of a public market. SWIM was driving, while SWIM's partner was handling the money. There was an empty police car parked to the right of SWIM, and an occupied police car about 5 cars up on the side of the road. Needless to say, it was a little nerve-wracking. Now this is where things went really sketchy. The guy asked for the money up front. In previous deals, and as a personal rule of SWIM's, the money and product were to be exchanged at the same time. SWIM was paying attention to the position of the police and didn't realize the guy wanted the money first until he was gone with it. Apparently the guy said to SWIM's partner, "It's me, nigga. It's me. I ain't never done no one dirty in my life. Not once in my life. I'll just be a couple minutes." So SWIM's partner handed the money over, and the guy went inside the market. SWIM waited for fifteen minutes while the people parked in front and behind him we're being served by a guy being expertly discreet. The guy walked by SWIM's car and tapped on the window without making eye-contact, but as SWIM's money was in the hands on another, SWIM and his partner could only watch as the people got their goods and left in a matter of minutes. After those fifteen minutes, SWIM had to move his car because police activity began to pick up, so SWIM proceeded to dial the number the guy had given him. It rang three times and went to voicemail. Frantic, SWIM drove around the vicininity trying to locate the guy, but it was equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack. Foot patrols were going on duty, so SWIM thought it was best to depart the area without the 17 dope capsules and head back home. SWIM thought back over the previous deals with the dude, and it seemed to SWIM that the guy was just a hustler waiting for the right moment to rip SWIM off. The guy had to have SWIM drive him to another spot just to get the shit, while other dealers in the area either had it on them, or played cashier and had another person right there to deliver the product after they knew the quanitity. That's the first time SWIM's been hustled in the 3 - 4 months SWIM's been copping in Charm City. =/

[dissident]

yeah, it's a part of the game man.. when i was using heavy on a daily basis i had a guy who would hook up great most of the time but then rip me off every once in a while only to make good next time... usually they have their own addiction or money issues and we do what we gotta to get by


been through exactly what you described too many times to remember.. aside from paniced withdrawls and a dire need to get what i needed it's what i miss least about the junky experience

not that im not still using, just in a different way now.. dont miss the streets at all

[THEPAINTER1960]

SWIM has been copping in Baltimore for the past few months since SWIM made the move from Oxy to dope in an effort to save some money. SWIM had dealt with a particular individual on the street that had flagged SWIM down several times in the past and treated SWIM very well (he even threw in extra due to the volume SWIM purchased). Anyway, the guy got in the car as usual and directed SWIM where to drive just like any other time, except this time instead of stopping at a shady looking house, the guy told SWIM to stop in front of a public market. SWIM was driving, while SWIM's partner was handling the money. There was an empty police car parked to the right of SWIM, and an occupied police car about 5 cars up on the side of the road. Needless to say, it was a little nerve-wracking. Now this is where things went really sketchy. The guy asked for the money up front. In previous deals, and as a personal rule of SWIM's, the money and product were to be exchanged at the same time. SWIM was paying attention to the position of the police and didn't realize the guy wanted the money first until he was gone with it. Apparently the guy said to SWIM's partner, "It's me, nigga. It's me. I ain't never done no one dirty in my life. Not once in my life. I'll just be a couple minutes." So SWIM's partner handed the money over, and the guy went inside the market. SWIM waited for fifteen minutes while the people parked in front and behind him we're being served by a guy being expertly discreet. The guy walked by SWIM's car and tapped on the window without making eye-contact, but as SWIM's money was in the hands on another, SWIM and his partner could only watch as the people got their goods and left in a matter of minutes. After those fifteen minutes, SWIM had to move his car because police activity began to pick up, so SWIM proceeded to dial the number the guy had given him. It rang three times and went to voicemail. Frantic, SWIM drove around the vicininity trying to locate the guy, but it was equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack. Foot patrols were going on duty, so SWIM thought it was best to depart the area without the 17 dope capsules and head back home. SWIM thought back over the previous deals with the dude, and it seemed to SWIM that the guy was just a hustler waiting for the right moment to rip SWIM off. The guy had to have SWIM drive him to another spot just to get the shit, while other dealers in the area either had it on them, or played cashier and had another person right there to deliver the product after they knew the quanitity. That's the first time SWIM's been hustled in the 3 - 4 months SWIM's been copping in Charm City. =/
Sorrey man , welcome to the real world. peace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[malefiacrum]

...I don't buy into the whoile point of view that it's just a fact of (junky) life....if people rip me off, they don't wanna see me again, I'll tell you that much

[antony]

...I don't buy into the whoile point of view that it's just a fact of (junky) life....if people rip me off, they don't wanna see me again, I'll tell you that much

What kind of torture would you inflict on someone that fucked you over? (not trying to bust your balls, if thats what youre reading into...I'd just like to know what someone is capable of. You can PM me if its too graphic:) )

[alowishus]

It's part of the black market. It's part of the business model for it all.:p

That's what you have to deal w/ because the things that are going on are illegal. Sorry no FAA, FDA, or NTSB. There is ALWAYS someone trying to get over on someone else, it's the way of the world. If you haven't had it happen you are the exception.

At least as men we don't have to put up w/ some of the crap the ladies were talking about on some other threads here.....:mad:

[devilsdrug]

its not always a good idea but one time as the muthafukers back was disappearing down the alley i cut loose both barrels of my double barrel shotgun , skeet loads and he was a ways away but i did hear yelling or was it screaming ?

[Zoop]

Been there, done had it happen to me too. One time, the time I remember best, my hook-up, a young bruva name "Bernard" had me drive out to Southside Richmond (this was in Richmond, VA) and park outside a little house. He said he'd be right back with my 50 bucks worth o' dope. I waited for about 45 minutes. I had to piss real bad, but I just kept waiting. I eventually left, and about a week later, I phoned him, jonesing again, and he said "come on over" like nothing happened. I copped some dope from him and we never spoke about it.

I also had a dealer, a white dude name Jeremy, who would go down to "Wickham Court" and cop for me, for an added fee, like a bag or an extra 20 bucks or something. Well, one time I gave him 110 bucks for a half gram and he fucking brought back a whole bunch of tin foil packets. I thought the deal went fine, but when I got home and looked at the stuff, it was not dope. I snorted a line and it burned, but it wasn't dope. I think he just crushed up some random pills and put them in foil packs, so it look like the dope we were getting at the time. Maybe he got ripped off too, I don' tknow. fucking pisses me off just remembering it!

Take it easy, Insomnolent.

[opiobsessed]

This reminds me of yet another reason why I hate wetbacks or any foreign scum, sorry if I'm prejudiced but people made me that way as I used to be a real nice guy well nice guy no fucking more. I used to sell used beaters for a living(used cars), well to anyone most likely here who doesn't know about used car sales, well you run into more lousy people than any other business it seems. Anyway one time I was selling this one car to these two wetbacks, they not only had the nerve to keep me waiting 45 mins while they took their time eating their lunch at the place next door, but I was helping my family with a garage sale back home and they were waiting for me too, they are more important than these guys but I needed the money so I waited. When they finally gave me the cash, I only made $100 on the car in profit, while I was counting my cash the one guy who spoke english asked me if I like to party. Well like all of us when we are dangerously low on gear, I was down to about 20 vicodin and back then that was about 4 days worth. Long story short they told me I could get 100 vicodin for $100 bucks, they told me I'd have to front the cash because their dealer in town doesn't like new customers in the driveway. Like a dummy I am I beleived them and they went on their way with my cash(keep in mind my family is still waiting doing the garage sale at home). I waited another fucking hour and they didn't call me, so I called them and they gave me a line that the police stopped em on the highway just for no big deal, they had me go all the way across town to meet them in a burger king and they weren't there either. Now I was pissed, I knew they left the car they bought from me in the lot where I had it for sale so I drove home like crazy because I was pissed. I instantly took twice my normal vicodin dose to feel good again. Went outside and told my bro about it, we had to close the sale because it was time to anyway and after that we went right back to the car and I hotwired it because I knew how to since I was driving it around for a week before I sold it. They had it locked when I got there but I knew they didn't know that one door had a bad lock so I opened it, got it running and had a blast driving it home with bogus plates on it. When I got home I was so happy that I screwed them over so bad, then we all went out for supper that night and I forgot to turn my damn cellphone off, it rang and I wasn't thinking and answered it, it was the scum who ripped me off. I said, Oh you thought you could get away with that hu? the guy suddenly was speechless and then said, I'll call the cops, so I said ok you give me my money back and I'll get your car out of the impound lot. They said ok where are you going to meet us? I gave them the name of a busy street a mile from my house and ran home a half hour before they were to show up, I knew they were not going to give me my money back or would try something with me, so I drained half the coolant out of the radiator when I got home since the head gasket was starting to go anyway. Then I quickly drove it to the street and parked it in a parking spot and shut it off. I ran the hell outta there on foot all the way home and nobody saw me. Then I got in another car and drove to the area but a block and a half away and out of sight so I could see just the street and the front of the car. They came right on time, waited a minute only, then suddenly I saw the headlights turn on and they drove off in the car I sold them and as they drove off I already saw white smoke coming from the exhaust as they sped off and the other guys in the pickup they came in followed them. I had run my phone out of minutes so they can't call me and would think I ditched the phone. I'm sure they never made it to the big city that night ha ha. I bet the car overheated on them on the way home and they were screwed. I felt good in the end that night. On the other hand thats why I'm afraid to hit the streets to find stuff because I always got screwed trying to score on the streets, even with one homeless bum I got to know screwed me out of $100 when he was supposed to get me weed, back when I used to sometimes like it. Strange on the other hand I've never once yet been ripped off buying on the internet, just goes to show who to trust sometimes and who not to.

[skeletontea]

Sorry to hear about you getting screwed. It's long, but here is a fairly interesting account of SWIM's friend getting ripped off (and both he and SWIM becoming quite ill).

Not long ago a friend of SWIM's bought 3 grams of what was supposed to be H. When SWIM got to his place the friend said it wasn't doing anything for him. Curious, SWIM put a tiny piece to his tongue, "It doesn't quite taste like tar,....it doesn't taste like opium either," SWIM stated. SWIM's friend cooked a bit on a spoon, and offered it to SWIM, who drew it into his nasal passages with a glass tube. It was unusually harsh, then SWIM cooked a bit for his friend.

Later that night SWIM's friend mentioned that it didn't seem to be dissolving very well (they were in a dark room, so they couldn't see what was in the spoon, though typically there were almost no insolubles at all, so SWIM and his friend often didn't filter it). They both repeated the process several times.

The two went to a local punk show. SWIM had 2 beers, 2 glasses of wine, and a Red Bull, while his friend had 4 beers. At one point during the show, SWIM noticed what felt like a mixture between caffeine, alcohol and opiates (though the opiated sensation wasn't that strong). He drifted in and out, nodding on a band's monitor (speaker facing the band), then came to, and hopped back into the pit (thank you Red Bull). They both had a good time at the show, then went back to the friend's place to crash. They both tried to get off on the wrap once more that night. It was remarkably harsh, inducing a sensation of snorting metal shavings which lasted roughly 3 minutes. There was definitely heroin in what SWIM's friend had acquired, but not much.

SWIM went to sleep on the floor, while his friend went to his bed. Awakening early the next morning, swim took a little bit of the junk home with him to examine it more closely (neither of them wanted to use that wrap again, yet they couldn't bring themselves to discard it, and considered attempting to purify it). Once home, SWIM cooked the bit he'd taken, and found it to contain nearly 70% insoluble matter which resembled either chopped tobacco or tea (in contrast to the few particles typically found). SWIM and his friend soon after developed quite severe sinus infections (though they used separate tubes for insufflation). They are unsure whether this was a result of the heavily cut junk, or if they got it from the concert (as they later learned sinus infections were going around).

A couple of weeks later SWIM was making a large pot of green tea with 6 tea bags, but he became distracted and forgot about it. When he returned, the tea had cooked down into a syrup. On a hunch, SWIM discarded the tea bags, and boiled off more of the water from the extract. What he was left with was a sticky black ball that was brown when smeared, and had a very bitter taste. To further test SWIM's new theory, he added more water to the pot, and tossed in the extract. SWIM then tore open one of the used tea bags, and added some of the shredded tea leaves to the mixture. He then once again reduced the tea to a putty like consistency.

Swim then took a piece of the glob (which greatly resembled tar) and placed it on a spoon with water, then he heated it with a lighter. Sure enough, as the concentrated tea extract dissolved, he was left with a similar coloration in the spoon as that unfortunate night, and at the bottom of the spoon were little bits of tea leaf that looked exactly as the particulate matter in the H.

[blackdog]

if ya gonna play
you gonna pay!!!!:cool: :rolleyes: :cool: :rolleyes:

[Mokelly]

[B]Sorry to hear about you getting screwed. It's long, but here is a fairly interesting account of SWIM's friend getting ripped off (and both he and SWIM becoming quite ill).

Not long ago a friend of SWIM's bought 3 grams of what was supposed to be H. When SWIM got to his place the friend said it wasn't doing anything for him. Curious, SWIM put a tiny piece to his tongue, "It doesn't quite taste like tar,....it doesn't taste like opium either," SWIM stated. SWIM's friend cooked a bit on a spoon, and offered it to SWIM, who drew it into his nasal passages with a glass tube. It was unusually harsh, then SWIM cooked a bit for his friend.

Later that night SWIM's friend mentioned that it didn't seem to be dissolving very well (they were in a dark room, so they couldn't see what was in the spoon, though typically there were almost no insolubles at all, so SWIM and his friend often didn't filter it). They both repeated the process several times.

The two went to a local punk show. SWIM had 2 beers, 2 glasses of wine, and a Red Bull, while his friend had 4 beers. At one point during the show, SWIM noticed what felt like a mixture between caffeine, alcohol and opiates (though the opiated sensation wasn't that strong). He drifted in and out, nodding on a band's monitor (speaker facing the band), then came to, and hopped back into the pit (thank you Red Bull). They both had a good time at the show, then went back to the friend's place to crash. They both tried to get off on the wrap once more that night. It was remarkably harsh, inducing a sensation of snorting metal shavings which lasted roughly 3 minutes. There was definitely heroin in what SWIM's friend had acquired, but not much.

SWIM went to sleep on the floor, while his friend went to his bed. Awakening early the next morning, swim took a little bit of the junk home with him to examine it more closely (neither of them wanted to use that wrap again, yet they couldn't bring themselves to discard it, and considered attempting to purify it). Once home, SWIM cooked the bit he'd taken, and found it to contain nearly 70% insoluble matter which resembled either chopped tobacco or tea (in contrast to the few particles typically found). SWIM and his friend soon after developed quite severe sinus infections (though they used separate tubes for insufflation). They are unsure whether this was a result of the heavily cut junk, or if they got it from the concert (as they later learned sinus infections were going around).

A couple of weeks later SWIM was making a large pot of green tea with 6 tea bags, but he became distracted and forgot about it. When he returned, the tea had cooked down into a syrup. On a hunch, SWIM discarded the tea bags, and boiled off more of the water from the extract. What he was left with was a sticky black ball that was brown when smeared, and had a very bitter taste. To further test SWIM's new theory, he added more water to the pot, and tossed in the extract. SWIM then tore open one of the used tea bags, and added some of the shredded tea leaves to the mixture. He then once again reduced the tea to a putty like consistency.

Swim then took a piece of the glob (which greatly resembled tar) and placed it on a spoon with water, then he heated it with a lighter. Sure enough, as the concentrated tea extract dissolved, he was left with a similar coloration in the spoon as that unfortunate night, and at the bottom of the spoon were little bits of tea leaf that looked exactly as the particulate matter in the H.



ahhh yes, and just when I thought we were all out of the many uses of tea........

[copelandia]

Exactly and at the very least!

...I don't buy into the whoile point of view that it's just a fact of (junky) life....if people rip me off, they don't wanna see me again, I'll tell you that much

[Mokelly]

its not always a good idea but one time as the muthafukers back was disappearing down the alley i cut loose both barrels of my double barrel shotgun , skeet loads and he was a ways away but i did hear yelling or was it screaming ?
OMG are you serious devilsdrug???!!!!!!

[devilsdrug]

true story , you could ask the people who were with me but they are dead. that was in the day when we would have to go to oakland from the burbs to cop if nothing was goin on there

[malefiacrum]

I like your style DevilsDrug, you're my kinda guy, lol

[shaunclo]

This reminds me of yet another reason why I hate wetbacks or any foreign scum, sorry if I'm prejudiced but people made me that way as I used to be a real nice guy well nice guy no fucking more

Sorry Opio, but your dead wrong, you think that way because you want to think that way. There are just as many whites, black, yellows, etc, that want to fuck you over as well.

[shaunclo]

true story , you could ask the people who were with me but they are dead. that was in the day when we would have to go to oakland from the burbs to cop if nothing was goin on there

Tell us more Devil, Ummmm, nevermind, cause if you tell us, then you have to kill us......right?

All I gotta say is Im glad your on our side:D

[pintosarecool]

It's part of the black market. It's part of the business model for it all.:p

That's what you have to deal w/ because the things that are going on are illegal. Sorry no FAA, FDA, or NTSB. There is ALWAYS someone trying to get over on someone else, it's the way of the world. If you haven't had it happen you are the exception.

At least as men we don't have to put up w/ some of the crap the ladies were talking about on some other threads here.....:mad:
Oh God, I hear ya on that one...like being asked if you wanna suck 'em off "to earn a few extra bags." And being asked if we're prostitutes all the time when we're walking down the street to go cop in our local hoods. (Adnorned in long pants and a hoodie, btw.)

[poppy]

Sorry Opio, but your dead wrong, you think that way because you want to think that way. There are just as many whites, black, yellows, etc, that want to fuck you over as well.

I totally agree with Shaunclo. You can't judge a person on the colour of their skin. People are people whether they are good or bad has nothing to do with the colour of their skin, their religion, their gender, their sexuality etc

[insaneike]

Man, any dealer like that is gonna burn you one day...

We've all been jipped with dope i beleive. You just gotta put foot to ass or they will continue jipping. ;)

and a thing about dealers/asshats liket aht, i was jipped about a year ago for $70 worth of shit and he recently payed me back! so... but i say u got played like a bitch lol. DOn't buy fomr folks until you have some type of relationship or history....

later

[devilsdrug]

shit when i was dealin i had to deal with scumbag no payin shit talkin motherfukers non stop, for me it was like i could lose 50 just to see what somebody was worth if they didnt pay trust me somewhere down the line i took them for a 100 thats just the way i played the game, burn the junky, ha i sure do miss all that fun

[red26]

The only "straight-up" people I've delt with in Denver are the 'wet-backs" so yer wrong. The only problem is thier all MS-13 and it can get alittle hairy sometimes. BUT! I been ripped off more by white dudes than any vato, I'm glad thier taking everything over in Denver. Pushin out all the freaks and establishing legit business wether it be H, rock, coke, prostitution... well I call it legit.;) Correction, I've never been ripped off by a southern immigrant, only black and white dudes.

[Zoop]

Yo, Opio, it sound like you are holding a grudge against Hispanics just because of one unfortunate incident, but maybe there were more times you got ripped off by 'em.

Thing is, the other folks who commented on this whole wetback thang are right... I never been ripped off by any Hispanic folk either. Plenty of times ripped off by honkeys and niggers, though, cept I only have dealt with Hispanic people on a few occaisions as far as drug dealin' goes... never been ripped off by one of 'em though.

So go figure. Even people from yo' own race will fuck you over, prolly even more so than somebody from some other race.

[devilsdrug]

yeh red i moved to one large town small city that was taken over by your basic border brothers it was great make phone call if they didnt show at location in 10 min. make another call and so on these different crews were drivin non stop always on the move this parkin lot that corner ect. it made for Excellent prices and deals , only in america!

[red26]

No doubt d.d.. And sometimes when they call you(just to see how yer doin and wunderin where ya been) nothing but respect. At least thats how it's been with me. Cept this one dudes brother, scary mutha fu%a. Wants to wack me cuz I owe him a ten spot. I'm glad he's in the clink.

[Kallie]

No post. Sorry.

[mmnyc9]

You wanna know what is more fucked up if you stay in the game long enough one time when you go to score the same guy will be the only one out there. getting beat comes with the game, it sucks big time.

[antony]

Yo, Opio, it sound like you are holding a grudge against Hispanics just because of one unfortunate incident, but maybe there were more times you got ripped off by 'em.

Thing is, the other folks who commented on this whole wetback thang are right... I never been ripped off by any Hispanic folk either. Plenty of times ripped off by honkeys and niggers, though, cept I only have dealt with Hispanic people on a few occaisions as far as drug dealin' goes... never been ripped off by one of 'em though.

So go figure. Even people from yo' own race will fuck you over, prolly even more so than somebody from some other race.

I know where Opio is coming from. I know the neighborhoods that opio is talking about, and these kids are FUCKING BAD. He may sound a bit racisit, but trust me, these people will fuck you on delivery.
just as you think as you are on your way, youre in some shit.

trust me, everyone will fuck everyone over when given the chance. even if its not in their nature.

PS: Don't worry Opio, I get asked if Im a racisit all the time because I like to hear stories about monkeys

[blackdog]

AND AWAY GO TROUBLES DOWN THE VEIN......:p

[opiobsessed]

I guess its true, I'm beginning to become very hatefull and stuff lately, I think its because I am going through some post stress thing or something. I've been through so much crap emotionally, physically,financially and mentally the past two years that I rarely meet anyone lately and am just so full of rage. I think I just need one cool person to hang out with that I like being with, and of course a ton of cash to buy myself sunshine. I'm currently trying to come up with a cool way to make some good dough so I can be happy again, but its slow getting going it seems. I paid dearly for the info I did get the past 3 years ago about making money so I"m going to use it to get somewhere in life. This is nothing at all drug related but just general buying and selling stuff. Wish me luck guys.

[defenestrate]

what kind of buyng and selling?

good luck with it.

[oxymoron530]

Fuck, I hate getting burned. This happened to me quite recently, actually. I was supposed to give this dude, who will now be referred to as "Homeboy", my money so he could make a trip to the next town over and score me some balloons. He brought his friend, now known as "Punk Bitch" along with him. Well, after being a good host and sharing what I had previously bought with them, Punk Bitch pulls me aside and proceeds to tell me that Homeboy is not to be trusted and that I should give my money to Punk Bitch instead, and not tell Homeboy about it. Now, he had some exquisite talking and persuasion skills, because usually I can sniff out a bad deal. He had planted this seed in my head that Homeboy was bad and was going to rip me off. Then Homeboy came and did the same thing, telling me how Punk Bitch was going to rip me off. Well, Homeboy was right. When they left, I was excited, waiting for my balloons. For hours. And hours. And sure enough, when I finally told Homeboy what happened, he got ahold of Punk Bitch and asked him about it. Punk Bitch denied even taking money from me. And of course that's what he's going to say, right? Nobody else know about the money besides me. So he proceeded to drop off the face of the earth. But Homeboy has my back, and has hooked it up very well since. And I can't wait until I see Punk Bitch again. I'll be getting my money back, and more, you can count on that. Ugh, I hate getting ripped off!

[GOLD N DIEMONDS]

OH MAN oxymoron530
i feel your pain
but
we kind of have this thing here about
necroing threads that are 3.5 years old;)

BEST OFF -starting a new one for yourself in "piss & moan"
perhaps Ickyuck can better explain:D

Good Luck Mang, hope you get $$ back

[oxymoron530]

Sorry dude, I was just searching for something and saw this, didn't even check the date on it. I'll make sure to look at it next time.

[GOLD N DIEMONDS]

HEY PERSONAL- I have no problem with it
shit we got to chat a bit
then you changed your avatar
AND NOW I AM TOTALLY CONFUSED

(which happens very ez with me)

[Uncle Wiggly]

Say Goodnight! :rolleyes: