Finding Drugs, any good stories?

I had just picked up a overpriced* oz from my dealer one night and was hungry with no stores open that late so i hit up a drive through. I dropped a $20 bill when i went to pay and had to get out and grab it. After picking up copious amounts of cheeseburgers and fries i went home and the mrs gave me that look of happiness knowing i had weed and munchies, i go to pass her the bag so we can rip a few bowls before we eat. WAIT where is the bag? i quickly drop everything throw my boots on and run out the the car with a flash light and its not there, not under the car not under the seats, its gone. I think quickly and book it back to the drive-thru as it was the only other place i got out and as i drive up along the side i see the bag flickering off my lights a few feet back from the drive-thru window, there she is crushed into the dirt and water. Checked around to make sure there was no cops or anyone looking and got out to pick the bag up. After inspecting it at home i saw there was no dirt or water inside and the weed had just been "pre-ground" for us by several thousand pounds of tires.

*When we started buying from this dealer it was $160/oz, we bought a oz every week or two so we were steady good customers. Then they raised it to $180/oz a bit down the road, ok thats fine, a month later its 200/oz, by the time we left 9months later it was $260/oz and it was the same damn stuff from the first time we started buying. I cant blame them since they knew we knew no one else to buy off of and as they raised their prices we stretched that oz out longer.
 
tons of scores at raves..story..
so i go to a rave in n.c...get there w $600 and a half sheet of south park blotter to sell..might have been a sheet,anyhow..scored some K..went to the bathroom,rolled up a bill,put MY FUCKING WALLET on the t.p. dispenser,snorted a few bumps out the bag,put the ONE DOLLAR I HAD in my pocket..walked all the fuck across the club before it hit me..id left every fucking thing,including the acid..i shoved my way back across the party,but of course it was gone..all i had was a rolled up one dollar bill,a bag of k,and a sucrets box of slivers of silver and fluff,extra hang from pages..i sold some to pay for enough gas $ back home,and during a transaction,got invited to an after party..so i went,trying to recoup losses,and turn around a shitty evening..
got to the party and met a cat who had at least 2 ten packs of liquid in a plastic bag in his caffiene pants(remember the breakdancing gear?).well he was a pretentious snob,"i ONLY eat liquid"..was his response to me being kind and offering a sliver of fluff..disdainment..so when he said "it probably wont do much to me.." i said well if thats the case,then eat it..so he did..
and id like to think thats the reason i found a vial of his liquid at the corner of the door frame as i left the party that morning at 6am to get back home.:-D.btw,his liquid was dank..but not in comparison.
the night was good after all....
 
Went to Good Will one time, saw a really nice leather jacket hanging. I tried it on, it fit, I bought it.
Go outside and reach in the inside pocket and found a cigarette pack.
Opened it, it had ten spliffs and a good size nug in it.

Later I thought about it. I think some one took it off and tried something on and was scared to say something when I put it on and let me buy it.
 
i lost my adderol at a dubstep party at my old restaurant a couple months ago..
damn skrillix gets it poppin..:-)
 
I had a buddy that used to lay black construction paper on the floor before smoking crack. That was after he accused his dog of stealing his rocks. True story. Saw another guy constantly peeking out the blinds of a motel window, I went to take a look and the saw that exterior of the window was bricked up.
 
the guy across the street when i lived in the mid west,he mowed his grass in january...with an inch of ice and sleet and snow on the ground....4 times that month.:-D
 
If you're ever around people smoking crack in a room with stucco walls use the edge of a credit card to break some off when they're searching the carpet. It's fucking hilarious.
 
Workin with a coke head. We had done some rails one night - guy didn't really retail typically but I asked him if he could help me out and he did. I thought I was getting a gram. Wound up with like an 8 ball of the best coke I've ever had.

I love good cocaine man. I gotta be honest I can't get the whole ordering coca leaves with alkaloids thing out of my head. Probably I should though.
 
Here's a story I can tell since it's way past the statute... not exactly a score story, but more a delivery one. Speeding home in the middle of absolutely butt fuck no where about 500 miles from the largest big city and 50 from the nearest town. I'm young and dumb, have my license suspended for a DUI (which I should have fought but w/e I wasn't rich). My buddy asks me to be his driver. We need to get home to get back to our respective jobs as we have to drive about 1000 miles to pick up. Anyway we're comin back with about 30 lbs and QP of coke. I'm doin about 50-70% more than the speed limit. I then notice what appears to be a car catching up to me from behind - oh shit, flashing lights.

I'm pretty calm under pressure. I also have been able to grow a full beard since I was about 15 years old. Anyway. I pulled over because he obviously wanted me for speeding and the car didn't reek or anything. I had done some coke a few hours earlier but I felt clear headed.

Guy comes up, I give my legal first name which happens to be the same as my dads... tell him I forgot my license at home and we needed to get back for work which is why we were speeding. Which was the truth. He walks off, comes back and tells me I'm lucky he ran out of tickets just before he saw me.

I didn't even get a speeding ticket. Told him I'd slow down the rest of the way and he fucked off.

It was like 3am middle of no where so I felt real confident about speeding... no more. To be young and dumb again.
 
Man I always drive like a saint with any illicit substances. I remember being pulled over in Detroit with a QP of cannabis in the trunk. Dressed nice, I was asked what I was doing in the area. Told the officer had to drop off a book for a fellow classmate. He informs be the area is a drug zone and to be careful :) off I went with no ticket and feeling great.
 
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