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How did you meet your dealer?

Have also met connects at one of my old jobs, he was a customer believe it or not. And then he wound up introducing me into a few other connects. I forgot to mention, connects introducing me to other connects has happened a handful of times.

And then there was that time I discovered the most amazing E source imaginable while randomly cruising to China Town (not for anything drug-related, or so I thought) with a friend I was meeting for the first time. He was somebody who I had been playing online games with for quite a while, back when I was a gamer. The dealer, his best friend, was in the car with us. It took me a little longer than it should have to figure out why we kept making so many stops along the way. Oh, I wish I knew then how good I had it. I could have done SO much more with that.
 
Also, any place where addicts congregate tend to be meeting spots, even if the reason they are supposed to be there is to stay sober.. actually, those are more often then not the best spots to meet dealers or people who know good dealers.

I've met great connections at AA/NA meetings, detox, rehab, methadone clinics, suboxone dr's office, needle exchanges, jail, etc.
 
All of my long term dealers I met in high school or college. Boring

My main weed guy will middleman opiates for me at minimal to no cost. However if he's out of luck or not feeling like it, I'm out of luck (usually). I don't bother trying to find new people because my town is small and the heat's always around.

I've almost always gone online for any psychs or esoteric drugs that I desire, though I haven't had to or wanted to for years now.
 
Back in High School, I'd go to this guy who spent everyday on a hill.

Now I'm in college, so ironically, the Center for Prevention and Outreach mostly
 
I find some of the best, yet cheapest, dope boys (potent heroin and points of raw cocaine) by driving around on the west side of my city, a dope-filled, african-american-majority area of the city. They can usually spot the white junkies/suburban users such as myself. They're most likely driving a fairly expensive 2013 year Chrysler 300, Mercedes, Charger, Audi, or Cadillac, possibly on rims lol.
 
blue1995 said:
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You say that like I did something wrong. Fuck a so-called friend who rips you off to feed their habit. Those type of assholes expect you to turn around and give em shite at what you pay.

So if they are careless enough to show who their connect is I speak to the connect. I will be like "yo Im DM and I get shit thru so and so and well you see they don't really protect your identity if I figured out who you are. If you were to hook me up you would make more money cuz they are raping me on the price and well also I would protect your identity."

If they are smart they will realize its better to fux with me. So they get the money the middle man woulda raped and they get to deal to someone who won't let all their friends no who is the D-boy or D-girl. Its really a win/win situation except for the wanker who is raping me on the price.

A lot of people think its rude to talk to their connects, but really if they were a good friend they wouldn't have a problem introducing you. I don't like people who middle man and rip their friends off. Its one thing if they buy stuff at wholesale and distribute, but to rip your friends off on a small deal is just petty. Its like trying to be a half-ass dealer. You know the type of person who needs your money to cop. They basically use your money to get their shit for free.

I would rather give a friend drugs than have them rip me off. I find that rude. As in a "friend" saying something costs more than it does and pocketing your money. I don't need friends like that. So I would rather just take the risk of pissing them off and speaking to their connect. Once the connect realizes the wanker isn't even concealing their identity and your smarter than the person they are slinging to, they will see you as safer to deal with.

A bit of courage is often respected by dealers. So if you take it upon yourself to approach them they will either respect you or beat you mercilessly. There is always the chance that approaching a dealer can get you hurt or killed. But nothing ventured, nothing gained.
 
All the high end dealers I know I met through friends that ive known for a long time. Those dealers don't serve everyone an you just have to know them or get introduced to them by someone they know and trust.

All the other neighborhood dealers I meet just from walking around/ hanging out with friends/ or just asking people where can I get what im lookin for.
 
I met my first real, actual dealer from a friend; I remember being impressed that he remembered my name straight away and the very first time I called him. I called and he answered the phone with, "what's going on, Steven?" I was like... "wh-what?" :?

To this day, he's one of the nicest, most down-to-earth, chill-ass dealers we''ve ever had. He was a good dude, and he's still around but no longer in the game. He'll probably be going away soon... got pinched one too many times. :(

We've got a few dealers, though. I had to steal one dealer from a 'friend' of mine, more a middleman than a friend, of course, and I remember shaking like a leaf the first time I went to meet him by myself. I mean, this dealer was sort of a... well, how do I put it... a gangbanger -- like a real, legit, genuine gangbanger lol I know that it sounds funny but that's really the type of dealer he was, and so I had to meet him in a pretty rough neighborhood at 'the courts' as they were called, a couple of small little basketball courts in the middle of the projects.

He rolled into the tiny-ass parking lot, jet-black Infiniti with tinted windows, and I hopped into his car. He was leaning hard in his seat as though he might have had a pistol in his door, and, in retrospect, I'm fairly certain now that he did. He dropped the bags into my hand with his other arm sort of tucked between the seat and the door (again, pretty sure he was skeptical of me and was leaning on a pistol), and I asked him if he recognized my car from all the times I brought my friend to see him. He said that he did and then said the magic words, "you don't need to go through him no more." =D

God, it was so great to hear him say that. But, then we lost touch with him, which sucked because his bags were really good. He got a new number and never called to tell me about it. I'm pretty sure that he must have lost his phone and so got a new number and only called those people whose numbers he memorized or had written down someplace else.
 
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A lot of people think its rude to talk to their connects, but really if they were a good friend they wouldn't have a problem introducing you. I don't like people who middle man and rip their friends off. Its one thing if they buy stuff at wholesale and distribute, but to rip your friends off on a small deal is just petty. Its like trying to be a half-ass dealer. You know the type of person who needs your money to cop. They basically use your money to get their shit for free.
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I 100% agree with you man. Like I said earlier, I never (ever) give out a connect to an acquaintance or co-worker, and I don't expect to get one. I may give out a connect if it's not for my DOC and I trust the co-worker not to ruin my good name. And as for "friends" that need to tax every single sack they hook up for you... fuck 'em. If they really thought of you as a friend they'd just ask you to share (and I would be more generous if they just asked, when a middleman doesn't ask for a tax I know I got fucked or won the lotto). And if they were a true friend they'd just introduce you to their connect. Constant middle-manning (which usually only happens for Heroin/Pills/Crack/Coke/Meth) gets old real quick, no reason why my friend shouldn't benefit from my good fortune.

dopemaster said:
A bit of courage is often respected by dealers.
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So true. So many times it was once I stuck up for myself and refused to take the BS that a dealer started taking me seriously and treating me proper.
 
Just today literally, I had to start fresh with dealers. I moved to a new area, Northern Virginia, and I have NO connects for H. None what so ever. So I read online that Baltimore, which is an hour away from me, is like the H capitol of the Country, and is super easy to find H there. I read a lot saying it's really sketch and dangerous if you are white, but I also read that if you are not a dumbass it is really easy.

So I gave it a shot. 1:00pm I get in the car and drive an hour to Baltimore, I get off a random exit, drive down a street. Me and dude made eye contact as im driving, and he starts running toward trying to get my attention. I pull over, he comes to the window tells me what he can get, I tell him to get in the car, he says how much do I want, I say $60.00, he says okay drive to this area, directs me to his dude, we pull over, he gets out and goes to get the stuff, comes back, hands it to me, even gave me 1 extra, and I hand him the cash. Then he takes my number, and gives me his, and we shake hands, and by 3:00pm I am back home, little late due to traffic.

Idk if I just had really good luck, but that could not have gone better. It was my first time ever looking for H on the street by myself.

Thought I would share that with yall, incase anyone is curious as to how hard/easy it is to cop H.
 
DJTarr said:
Just today literally, I had to start fresh with dealers. I moved to a new area, Northern Virginia, and I have NO connects for H. None what so ever. So I read online that Baltimore, which is an hour away from me, is like the H capitol of the Country, and is super easy to find H there. I read a lot saying it's really sketch and dangerous if you are white, but I also read that if you are not a dumbass it is really easy.

So I gave it a shot. 1:00pm I get in the car and drive an hour to Baltimore, I get off a random exit, drive down a street. Me and dude made eye contact as im driving, and he starts running toward trying to get my attention. I pull over, he comes to the window tells me what he can get, I tell him to get in the car, he says how much do I want, I say $60.00, he says okay drive to this area, directs me to his dude, we pull over, he gets out and goes to get the stuff, comes back, hands it to me, even gave me 1 extra, and I hand him the cash. Then he takes my number, and gives me his, and we shake hands, and by 3:00pm I am back home, little late due to traffic.

Idk if I just had really good luck, but that could not have gone better. It was my first time ever looking for H on the street by myself.

Thought I would share that with yall, incase anyone is curious as to how hard/easy it is to cop H.
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Next time use that number and stay the fuck out of the shitty parts of B-more. Those goddamn narcos are crazy out there.
 
yeah, good for you - DJTarr! always nice to see the Common Man skate away with a victory in life, no matter how small - no matter how trivial

however, you should be warned, once the Baltimore Police see a white dude in the hood - they are going to pull you over about 80 percent of the time. even worst, they know why you are there, so they are going to fuck with you

it sounds like you're a College Kid. if I were you, I would work on my best "sorry Good Officer! I'm new to the area, due to college, and I am extremely lost! this urban environment scares me to the bone! could you please direct me to the fastest exit back to 290?"
 
90% of the dealers I know were met through friends of mine, willing to let me get their connect, mostly because they got tired of me calling them for shit all the time lol. The other 10% were when I was younger and would just ask anyone who looked like they used drugs if they could find weed or whatever and even though it's a really stupid technique, it does occasionally work. I remember as a teen, I'd hang out in town all day and I met plenty of dealers just by being in the right place at the right time. I always went to this little park to smoke weed and drink and there were so many times where I was just hanging out with friends and people would always walk up and they'd be wanting to trade like Xanax for a nug or I'd take down the number of a dealer. Same with going to play Frisbee golf, I don't know how many times I've went to just play a game and met up with people selling weed and shit.
 
One is an old co-worker of mine,

Other guy was introduced to me through a friend and it turned out to be someone I've known for like 15 years!
That' just weird.... we used to play Pokemon, now he sells me hydros o_O

Mostly everyone else I know, I met through the rave scene here.
 
I used to sell ether when I was a teen in some shitty underground parties. He used to be my source to the ether, I asked him what else did he had... he was a fucking walking pharmacy!!! K, morphine, heroine, viagra, LSD, you asked for it and he got it. Then he went to jail for supporting the neo-nazis and having a bouch of weapons in his house. I remembered opening a magazine from my country and saying: DUDE! He is my dealer!.

I had to wait for a half a year scoring shit from other sources. Then he came out, we got in touch again and he sold me till the begining of this year till he suddenly dissapeared. Sad sad days. He was the owner of my good times for at least 6 years. I never had anything bad to say about that guy, respectful, proffesional and the best china white I could ever get. I sure miss him, despite for the fact that you can have a friend who becomes a dealer but never a dealer that becomes your friend he was always so nice to me
 
Had been looking for an opiates dealer for a while. I met this Dominican girl at a club. Couple weeks later, after buying her some Hermes bracelets and a Gucci wallet, I was at the W in Times Square about to bang her in the ass. She told me she was going to take "a yellow" so that her ass wouldn't hurt too bad. I asked for one. Next day I looked it up online. Endocet 10/325. Generic Oxycodone with APAP. I called her. "Everyone has these in the ghetto," she said. I'm like hmmmm.

So she becomes my source. And I'm totally in love with this bitch. But hustling isn't her full time gig so copping is a hastle. She's always in "school" or "getting her hair done" or whatever else the hell she was doing. I start buying every week, then every couple days then every day. And by this time I'm totally in love with this bitch. Buying her gifts and banging her in her car by the golf range on Randall's Island under the Triborough Bridge. Then she starts bringing her Puerto Rican friend around to suck my dick as a "thank you" for the gifts. But this bitch was no joke and while she fronted me sometimes she always counted her money and made sure she was paid in full. This bitch was no communist.

So now she's making so much money off me she's flying to Miami and shit. Copping becomes even more of a hassle. One week I binged, she missed her flight home, and I got super dope sick. That's when I realized I needed to cut her out and get to the source. So I ask to go with her on a few hook ups. She seemed to have a bunch of sources but her most reliable was this dude she referred to as "The Retard" who was posted uptown in Washington Heights with a flat brimmed Yankees hat and a white t-shirt down to his knees. He was probably 60 yrs old and she called him "chago" which I think was a derogatory term for old man. This bitch was insane. She'd call him up and start yelling at him on the phone, "Chago!! Chago!!! Digame. Digame". Then she'd keep yelling in Spanish and hang up on him. She didn't take shit from anyone. And she was SO hot and gorgeous. Anyway, she'd yell at Chago then we'd drive around Washington Heights in her rented Audi Q7, Biggie Smalls blaring, then she'd get a call, screech to a stop somewhere and out of nowhere comes Chago running over with a big of 100 endos.

So one day I'm all out and she's "in school" and I decide to drive uptown to find this guy by myself. I drive around for probably three hours before I see him coming out of a deli on Broadway in the 160's. I pull over roll down my window and yell, "Chago!! Chago!!" He scrunches up his face and comes running over. Thirty minutes later I'm buying 150 endos from him in the McD's bathroom. Rest is history.

I'm clean now but I miss my boy Chago. Dude was the best dealer I ever had. One time I didn't plan well and called him at 7am and told him I needed 200 endos by 8am and he had to deliver to me. He called me at 7:50am from outside my house. He smelled bad and had dried boogers on his face but he was there.

Things got REALLY ugly between me and the Dominican when she found out I cut her out. Yeah, that wasn't fun.
 
I'd really like to know how some of these conversations went down. Like the flea market - "Hey, I'll take that stuffed dolphin, it's really cute. And do you also carry heroin?"
 
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