What do you hate about dealers/buying bud?

and, saying that, ive also been on the other side of street:

late, late at night....

me- "damn baby, you keep doin that thing with your tongue, and im gonna" ring ringbaby, while pulling away and covering- "who the fuck is calling you @ 3 am, it better not be some drunk ho" ring ring
me- "man fuck that phone, they can wait, we got unfinished business" ring ring
baby- "no, fuck that, answer the phone, i want to know who it is, and if its that bitch from *****'s party im so outta here...." ring ring
me- " damn, you dont got to be mean about it, just forget it" ring ring
baby- "mean? im being mean? im NOT the one with drunk bitches calling me @ 3am while im sucking your... you know what? FUCK THIS! im so outta here!" and starts putting cloths back on ring ring
me- "what the??? alright, if your gonna be that way guess ill just answer the damn call then...." ring ring
baby, as she slams the door on the way out- "yeah, you do that, asshole" ring ring
me- "hello?"
phone- "daaammmn brooo im soo shitted, and i know its l4te nall but fuk duude i wanna joint man, and i know u prolly got one layin round, can u hoof a bro up? cmon man, bro's b4 ho's!!! woooooooo"

me- click.... sigh.

i hate then dude says "remember that bomb shit from last week? well, this shit is like X times better than that"

i also hate when weed is bagged up and not scaled out in front of you

Back in the 80's we didn't have cell phones and text massaging. And there certainly wasn't some known street or neighborhood you could cruise through and pick it up nice and easy either. And since we were in high school or even early twenties we were prone to oversleep and lose jobs which in turn caused you to have to move out of your apartment or where ever you lived and so no ones ever at the same phone number for very long. Unless you were in the right place at the right time the normal deal around here was one of killing time to meet up with the guy that had to get your cash (too broke to cover you for it) and then he'd have to kill hours waiting on his guy. All the while your left in the dark on the whole deal because we lived in the stone age and you've put all your faith in your buddy to do you right. Hopefully the worst thing he would do is pinch your bag, but sometimes you'd get a shitty sack that looks super light and then he has the nerve to say " Hey man, you going to spot me a bud for getting it for you?" Well fuck!

And almost assuredly when you start getting that "it's a sure thing and it's fuckin' good" BS , you might as well hang it up cause you know from experience that deals never going down.

But the thing that used to piss me off the most were the times I'd have to chaufer some one all over hells half acre from one place and then to another because he's sayin' " Okay, I know this next guy will be able to hook us up" and a majority of the time it never happens.

Around here there wasn't any risk of being robbed or fucked over and I never saw any kind of guns or bullshit like that. At least back then anyway.
I think once we get older and little more savy we get better and more efficient in getting what were after and leaving the bullshit parking lot deals to
the younger crowd.

Sucks my dealer is consistent as over the last year she has only been out of town twice and out of bud once, only to stock up within the next couple hours and hit me back.
Then the pickup is perfect as well. text her that i'm here, i walk up to her apartment by the time i get to the 3rd floor shes already outside waiting we greet talk about the bud a little bit then say our dueces and the whole process of driving to her place, getting it and back takes no more than 10 minutes. Nice to have your hook live 3 miles away.

If you happen to be looking for bud in Portland, go down to Waterfront Park. Choose the right dealer, and make sure to get a look AND FEEL. I have wasted $40 once on shit that looked great from outside the bag, but was likely wet wadded up trim. I smoked it and smoked it and smoked it, never got high. That was my one bad experience, I bought weed at the park for about a year and only ever got good shit. Sometimes a bit light, but high quality.

When I had a dealer, he was fairly reliable, sometimes a bit late to our arranged meeting place, but always had good bud. Sometimes he was a little light, especially considering he charged what he could get away with, but I just politely let him know when it was short and he made up for it next time. I haven't seen him for months now, thanks to my perpetual stealth cab

FoxCompany426 said:

Does this sound familiar...

"Well, my buddy's about to get a pound of some good shit. I'll call you tomorrow when he gets it..."

No call. Not even an answer when you call.

No thanks.

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yup...know it all to well friend....i learned real quick when i heard something like that...it was nothing but a fat faced lie......oh well....they can puff their trash while we smoke on the finest!!!!.....

Investigate,

I dunno. I remember the days when nobody had a scale and it was all a matter of fingers. 4 fingers was an ounce, and you just folded the baggie to figure out how much a half or quarter should be, then filled to the appropriate line. Or one guy I used to know sold by the film canister- He'd pack the thing as tight as he could get it, and charged $20 per canister.

Got to admit, the whole getting ripped off thing pisses me off too. Has only happened to me a few times, but the older I get the nastier I get about it. I've never understood that kind of BS anyway. Pinching a bud out of an ounce is one thing, but shorting someone or just taking off with their money is the kind of thing that turns normally nice people into dangerous bastards. Nothing is nastier then a guy thats decided he's going to get even no matter what the consequences.

what i've never been able to wrap my head around... weed costs the same to grow no matter the strain - why are all seeds/strains priced differently?

because there are people willing to pay any price

id say the thing i hate is the cop factor. i remember one time me and a buddy go to the inner city to get an O. we go to the store down the street where we got it and weighed it and of course its short so he calls and we go back to get the rest and as we leave the hood to get on the main street we get followed by the cops. and needless to say we get stopped and soon half the department it seems is there. hes wondering why we stopped at a store and didnt get out. he knew what the deal was...but to make a longer story short, we tell them we threw the dime out when we saw him behind us when in reality my friend hid the O and the extra in his fat roll and eventually we're let go. but when the bastard put me in the back seat he wouldnt let me shut the truck lights off (1980 dodge) and my battery dies and they leave us there. then some counties pass us and they're like wtf is goin on and we tell em what just happened and help us into a church parking lot where i waite for another friend to come and jump us off. maybe i shoulda complained but hey, i was just happy we didnt goto jail and get my dads truck impounded

The worst part about dealing with dealers is the inconsistency. It sometimes takes a day or two to get a call back on the worst of cases. best situations I can get it within two hours.

i have a reliable guy now the delivers to my door basically [cant argue] but back in the day i hated having to wait an then having the guy try an ripp me off >.<

I hate the Pineapple Express sitiuation. My guy like thinks I should be his friend and hang out for a couple hours. Its always a little awkward. I also hate when you go to your guys house and someone else is there buying weed too, again awkward

HarryCarey said:

I hate the Pineapple Express sitiuation. My guy like thinks I should be his friend and hang out for a couple hours. Its always a little awkward. I also hate when you go to your guys house and someone else is there buying weed too, again awkward

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He probbly has you stay to make everything look normal. People get suspicious when they see cars coming and going all the time, I know I do. If you stay a little while it looks more like a friend is coming over and hangin out for a little while.

Ya thats kinda what I figured too, and I'm happy to oblige.

This may of been said but the thing I hate the most is having to act like ur their friend.. JUST GIVE ME MY WEED AND IM OUT I DONT WANNA SMOKE WITH YOU!!

HarryCarey said:

I hate the Pineapple Express sitiuation. My guy like thinks I should be his friend and hang out for a couple hours. Its always a little awkward. I also hate when you go to your guys house and someone else is there buying weed too, again awkward

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lmao, yup my thoughts exactly!

hearing the dealer say "im not home and i dont know how many hours till im back" like FUCK

oh another thing i cant fucking stand!! ^^^ Fuck dealers thats why i grow my own shit!!