What a pain in the ass

Ok, for visualization purposes:
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x-+--+p--o

x= weed spot
o = my building
- = street
+ = intersection
p = punks

This is what I got to do to buy weed around here and it is a pain in the ass.
So i starts out, first i needs cash ($240). So i stop at the arab's (1), go to the atm. The atm charges a 1.75 and wont let you get more than 100 at a time. Fuck that. Head over up another block, another grocery store (2), another atm. 2.00 per 200. cool. have to withdraw twice to get the cash, might as well get 300 if i'm paying 4 bucks for it right? say word. At this point it might seem like i'm done but nooooooooooo
Head to the x (weed spot).
This spot is hot. It is jumping. It is blazin hip-hop and r&b. Therein lies the rub: high turnover of, uh streetside, uh merchants. Ya know, low level guys. This means that the guys there might not know me. And although we all would love peace between the races, my kind has the same skin color of the po-po, and therefore i get that blank look alot. i dont know you...
I do have a few regulars and they are respectful. But one of them got pinched and now works days and i like to do my shopping after my kid is in bed. say word.
So now i am looking for my regular dude, and if not him, his boss (who is not the 'boss' boss but one who makes sure things run right at the block - he is big)
Neither one are there. damnit. ok so now what to do? walk around like a crackhead? Big man gave me his cell two trips ago. i dont like getting numbers from guys like that becuase years ago i called this guy left messages, saw him later, he sez to me, he sez oh yeah i got picked up and they confiscated my beeper. say word?
Besides that what am i gonna do when i call big man? yeah hi its el blanquito from down the block? what the hell try it anyway. call once. phone immed picks up. nobody sez nothing, i can hear tv in background. as the computer boyz would say WTF. so i try again. same shit.
ok its been a half hour, almost 9pm. maybe its shift change time at the block; i head over using a semi-colon correctly and for the last time.
Remember the p? yeah the punks. Mostly on weekend nights, starting friday evening punks congregate at the end of the block as we have no action on this street and therefore no big guys to keep punkitos in check. I got to walk by these little shits every time i go out. Its not all of them but onew of them likes to prove his manhood by saying things as i go by. Not much i can do when i'm carrying a halfounce of oregano with me is there? cant be like 'yo i got 99 problems but a bitch aint one' and backhand the little cock sucker. no, i'd rather go home to my beautiful wife and smoke a fat one on the pot. so yeah they out there but they leave me alone today.
Now i am at the spot marked by the x. Oh yeah big man is there! Big man didnt get to where he is at by being stoopid man so he is as paranoid as all get out. as i may have said before he no longer moves merch but has moved unto surveillance. But he knows a good customer when he sees one and he feels my pain about getting the run around from whatever new 15 year old they hired this week. of course he doesnt let any of this on to me. but that s cool, his job is to be big, not socialable.
So yeah whaddup big man, let me get the half. ok be back in fifteen. ok i'll pick up some beers and some dutches and be back. do the slow walk to the arab's (how YOU doing) do the slow walk up, across, backdown, and to the spot. where the hell did he go? younger kid runs up, hey mister this way, oh cool, he's across the street. good looking out. he goes in first, door shuts. i got no key for this building. young buck hooks me up with the unlock sez go around to the right. ok, there he is, by the dingy stairs where people leave their trash, give him da cash he give me da bag. yo check it out man, its from florida (holy shit he said all that to me? it must be white boy day) like i give a crap where its from, but i nod my head in approval.
Time to return to the house, pass the punks again, its light out so i grill all of them. I know their moms and dads are probably within earshot so they stay cool - like i said its early - and it aint friday.

but it feels like the freakin weekend when i get home and spark up.

damn what a pain in the ass.

 

find yourself a guy who sells good product and in a safe manner.. Stop going to the blocks for your dirty dirt weed.. Atleast do it for the sake of your kid..

 

Malbo high.. or whatever that slim shady mock is called.. you remind me of him horribly... lol, I wish we had more people like you around here.

 

Damn you have to go through all that trouble and you're paying $240 for a half??

 

You need to find a dilivery dealer

 

shit that sux... you know you can get weed so much cheaper if you get it big, get the right connections and you can get decent buds for 500-600 dollars a pound, then you dont go threw all that trouble again for a long long time =). Anywayz if i had a kid and a wife.. meaning i had a real life =P i would never pick up weed from some guys house down in the city, id be too paranoid about cops or whatever watching, i prefer just meeting dealer at some random parking lot.

 

Yeah but you know the only ones i seen are mad expensive, $60 for some little plastic box thingy. And besides i dont need anybody coming to my house. That would trip me out so horribly, so so so horribly. i'd be hiding a freakin steak knife in the umbrella stand por si acaso you know. i am a lover, not a fighter.

 

lmao...that is about the funniest shit i have ever heard on here...just the way you said it...you just made my day...thats fuckin great...

 

<My dealer comes to me where-ever I am to sell to me. He's great. Around my town you can get bud anywhere with no hassel. It's cheaper then how you egt it too. Also there is not much punks either. It's great.

 

THINK OF THE CHILDREN

yo sally struthers will be happy to know i got life insurance for myself and a college fund set up for the kid and shes in kung fu class and she aint even three yet. so i got my bases covered. and i wear sneakers

besides this story is not a cautionary tale of buying in the big city it is a story of hope in the face of diversity. of how a man on a mission with the will to... ahh fuck it, these guys said it better:

Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive -survivor

Hey for the record this is the best smoke uptown. you go to brooklyn they talking about this uptown bud. and they pay more. kids around here wear t-shirts boasting about the haze you can get. ( i know that is hard to believe )
i got to get one of those t-shirts. "Home of the Haze"

 

my dealer can get me a 1/4 of blueberry for 50$ deliver it too my house and he's got his foot in everything so i can get whatever i want.

 

Whoa guys look out! Big man wanna be junkie getting his shit from kids. Like hes on the fuckin level cause he can dis a bunch of kids on a corner when there not looking. Word of advice on MOST punks (if they are indeed the punks in the sense of 80s punk rock were talking here and not a bunch of assholes) is that we're extremely sarcastic and usually just looking for a good time. Just be a good sport, their making sure your noan uptight square... which your proving yourself to be. Chill man. As for your skin color... fucking chill man. Green speaks all languages and breaks all color barriers

 

80's punk rock punks hang out in the suburbs bitch, say hi to them on your paper route...

i am talking about wankstas, which you are proving yourself to be.

uf, let me brush this dirt of my shoulders

and whats the deal with the gay ass weed names??? blueberry?? when the fuck did marijuana get the queer eye for the straight guy makeover?

 

sounds more like a crack deal though, shit if i had it that bad id consider moving, somewhere i could grow my own.
the candy ass names come from the candy ass seedbanks, they are bastardising almost every landrace strain they can find,making these high dollar hybrid seeds that smell and taste, hell even look nice, but most, really don't get you very high,they look and taste nice though.

I think the blueberry is actually one of the exceptions, it is actually one of the stonier ones,and it really does smell and taste like blueberrys.
But the seed market has been progressively growing for about 20 years now.
it is a multi million dollar market based on greed.if everyone quit buying seeds for a year or two, and just traded strains with other growers instead, the banks would be forced to lower prices.

 

thanks for the love but really its not like i'm in freakin baghdad or something. when the boys on the up the street shoot their pistols i know its not personal, just them marking their territory. funny thing is i love it here. the weed spot is always open, (ok up to 2am on weeknights) and its not all that bad if you just want a quick bag, but in the interest of safety i figured i'd do larger purchases just to cut down on the risk of getting picked up or jacked.

ya know i am actually afraid of moving. what if i move out of the city to some small town and i dont have a connect? what the hell do you do then? go to trailer parks? that would be a cool new thread: how did you meet your connect.

One day i see myself as an older gentleman with a small patch behind the house, a yard and a picket fence. until then...

 

wud u rather it called 'bull terd' or 'ass grass' or 'cut-open-eyeball' or 'rusted metal covered in gay people's blood' or 'harley davidson'?
u gronk!

names of strains are meant to sound tasy and appealing. it was made in the 80's or something anyway. theyre not meant to sound 'cool' or masculine, theyre meant to sound tasty and fragrant. tehre are of course ones called 'ak 47' or 'b52' and 'jack horror'. but theyre more hectic skunk, not designer skunk.

but your right about 80's punks, they tend to stauy away from the real ghettos, mainly caus theyre not ass hole dick faces with weapons and facepaint on. or like Jerk. I hate people like that....

 

i believe blueberry is a strain. not sure tho but i heard it on kottonmouth kings lyrics

420's no questions nothin' but cess strains,
All day everyday we all about the indo,
The bongs the blunts and the different kind of homegrown,
Blueberry to purple.......

 

yeah! that's what i am talking about! MANLY names, names that dont make 12 year olds wanna try it.

i do think i have had 'ass grass' tho. and it tasted just like...... ass

 

*sigh* where is the world going? Why have we been forsaken with this sort of mentality???? WHY????

 

In NY you should be paying $60-120/ounce... not $480.