I just north of atlanta in a suburb and for the past couple weeks its been hard as shit to get bud. Last week I was lookin to get an 0 all week and finally got it this friday. Then everyone is so desperate I sold it all 20 a g(usually 15) in one weekend. Now im lookin to get some more but no one has any. Its really pissin me off. Suposably someone higher up that had like 13 grow houses got busted so thats why everyone is dry. I jsut want some fuckin weed. THis ever happened to anyone else?
towns are never dry, maybe dry for you but there is always weed to be found and smoked, believe me just keep looking harder
When I saw the name of this thread I thought it was gonna be talking about how long it takes for bullshit to dry, hahaha.
Im a dealer, I sold my weed not knowing that it would be that hard to find another bag. and i usually just smoke a couple grams from every bag. And i dont have a car so i cant drive to another town. And i know there is bud but a lot of it is shitty mids or you have to go buy it from some niggers. ANd thats jsut one of my rules to not buy or sell to a black person. YOu never know what they could be packin
That is true. I've bought from blacks before. And the thing is, I am a little intimidated by the ones are are thug head to toe. But the un-stereotypical black dealer, that I can deal with. But I get my weed from several sources. So, if one or three is dry or too pricey or something, I'll go to another more reliable dealer.
****** is such a foul word. I hate reading it, saying it, etc. Anyways, some of y'all are a little intimidating. But some of my real good friends are blacks. So, I don't care. It's just some of them are not too friendly. I'm sure youi know of what I speak.
This may be true in your world, but it only exists in my happiest fantasies. I have been trying, and trying, and trying to find bud with no luck. I'm in Maryland between Baltimore and Washington DC. On the advice of the good folks on this board, I made friends with servers at 2 different food establishments then asked the question. Both times I got a real positive response, then, in less than 24 hours, poof, nobody could help me all of a sudden. I then contacted a local jazz musician. He and I knew each other by site, but not by name. I asked for his assistance and he was very cool and seemed like he might come through. Never heard from him again. As I type, I am at a coffeehouse near a major university. If there were ever a cool place, this is it. Old house, serves great food and drink, hosts local musical talent, plays great tunes, opened 24 hrs on the weekends. Free WI FI and college kids everywhere. The place screems HIPPY, and here I sit. What do I do, stand up and ask, can anyone help me out? I make eye contact, smile, etc. Still nothing that seems hopeful. Being older is like being the proverbial square peg in a round hole world.