Oddest ways of meeting your dealer

was on RIU in college library and a guy saw me lookin at a plant and started talkin about growing and that we could meet up to check each others plants and found out he has connects to dispensary bud

or when i was at sonic and dis early 20's guy put up a smoke symbol and then came ova to give us his number since we hit him with the sign back

whaaat ....? going to your dealer and your ex is already there "buying"

Whats the smoke symbol? Like two fingers to your lips like your hittin a jay?

My guy liked to throw 'parties' for his customers. Most of us were all good friends anyway so we'd all get together buy about a half dozen ounces between us and then session the night away. Every once in a while we'd meet someone new at his place. Once this couple was buying a couple beans and a 1/4. We were all hanging out and tokin up and I looked over at the guy after after about half an hour, 'I fuckin' know you from somewhere man.'

After some discussion it was discovered that 3 years ago, 2 states away, my wife and I, and they had spent a good 2 or 3 hours hanging out at a club my wife and I had gone to on vacation. They moved to our region because they remembered us talking about the clubs and parties down here. When he lost his job they moved here to have fun and....


Hooked up with my dealer.

at download festival

wrote 'got weed?' on the side of my tent

in the morning when i went for a piss someone had written there number on my tent saying 'yeah'

rang it, met him, had a blaze, bought some sick ass buds off him
probably never see him again

Saw a washed up bottle along the atlantic shoreline with a bit of bud inside with a message reading " call me if you find this bottle "

was at a party and the guy had shrooms and buds pinned to the rim of his hat...

i used to have a dealer that lived on the street behind my house. in the middle of all the houses there was a little clearing where apparently people dumped out their cat boxes and we used to meet there. i'd call him and tell him what i wanted and he would say, "meet you at the cat shit". there was another dude near a friend's house who wouldn't even let you come up he just lowered a bucket or a cup or whatever on a string so you could give him the dough and then he would send down the herb. in his defense he was in a wheelchair and it was sort of a production for him to come down and he didn't want anyone in his house but that shit was way sketchy.