Wild Stories on getting those opiates (and OC80's)?!?!

HEY! Wussup all my opiate fan brothers (and sisters)!!! I wanted to start a thread which you people can write the best/worst/scariest/grossest/adventurous stories on a wild time and experience you have had trying to getting some hydo/oc/h!?!?! ​

Anyways, since i'm getting this rolling, I might as well start out with my experience which happened last night trying to get my yum yum OC80's...​

So yesterday after work I knew that I was out of my second blood, OC. I ran out that morning being selfish to my self, but had a few norco's to make it through the boring ass day of work. So, it was to my utter delight when I got a text from my source that he was holding some of those little 80mg basterds. I kindly requested that if he holds onto a bunch of them for me, I would toss him some more bones for his goods than his other clients! He happily agreed, and I graciously replied with a smiley face. ​

After the little hand got front and center to the 5pm mark, I grabbed my security badge off my neck, filled up my gas tank to "F", and started my two hour drive up North... --Just a little background as to why I'm driving 2 hours for this, it's mainly for two reasons... The first being I just moved here from where I get them and haven't had time/contacts to get source down here. Since I am near to S.F, I could troll through Haight and Ashbury, Mission St, or even to Telegraph Berkeley and plead and beg for a nearer contact, but I am not this desperate yet, nor do I have the nerve to just yet (my kevlar is still in a box ). It's just simpler and easier this way for me, also it would prob be the same amount of time, 1 hour drive and 1-2 hours trying to score.---​

Anyways back on track, I bust through rush hour traffic and make it up almost to the minute when I said I would. My source gladly accepted my monetary greenbacks, and I selfishly took the last of what he had. So, without hesitation, I wanted to get back home as quickly as possible, I revved my engine and smoked that city in my rear view mirror. Well, fearing I might nod driving, I did a small bumper of a Incubus CD, and smoked a pinner little bowl to my dome. NOW here comes the bad part... When I finished smoking, I must have been a little paranoid (I felt that since high school), I thought if I get pulled over and they find my greens, I'll be going to "federal pound me in the ass prison" if I get caught with all these Schedule II narcotics on me. So, I geniously took my 2"x2" toolkit which holds my pills, straws, and bullet and threw it into an old Burger King bag which was next to my seat. I remember thinking exactly (in a high stoner voice) "Dude, the cops will NEVER look in here!" So, I jumped on I-5 and zoomed back towards graceland!​

Well due to all the driving and my utter lack of filling my tires with the correct amount of air, my gas mileage is shot to shit, and had to stop for gas around 40 miles out. For some stupid, and odd reason, I wanted to clean my car out (stoner mentality), and threw all my garbage away. BAM, back on the highway and flash to me pulling into my driveway. Sitting in my car searching for my gate opener (that's right, theres a big black gate in front of my house ) I can't find it, and say out-loud "at least I didnt throw it away"... THEN I FREEZE, I started to sweat, and I felt all my blood rush to by toes and fingertips... I THREW AWAY ALL MY OC!!! I try to imagine it not true, I search and throw shit out of my truck onto the dirty ground, and I almost lost it when it sank in I tossed more than 250 bucks worth in a fricking trash can at a gas station!!! ​

I sat and thought of what to do... I couldn't call them, one of the employees would undoubtedly take some of, if not all my stash if I asked them to find it for me... it was ALREADY 12:30pm and I have work at 8am tomorrow... I could wait till tomorrow when it might be gone forever, or have to dig through a dumpster... So, I decided to suck it up and drive back out there (I really wanted some at this point)!!! HERES ANOTHER KICKER!​

Right when I pull into the gas station, another wave if panic washes over me... the place is swarming with cop cars with their lights flashing into the nights sky!!! Of course my first thought is they found my shit, and it's only a matter of time till they fingerprint it to me... RIGHT??? Well thank GOD it wasn't, I guess some asshole drunk driver thought a booze cruise was gonna work for him. So, since NO JOKE, the cops are parked right beside the trash can I threw my BK bag away in, I am scarred shitless. They are all standing around the convenient stores entrance (and also my trash can), bullshiting and starring right AT ME!!! I was already sweating bullets at this point, and it almost 60 degrees out so there is no excuse for this. I thought of the movie "Reservoir Dogs" when Tim Roth's character said, "Be cool" and be scarred on the inside, "you OWN these guys", were my thoughts as I began to walk over to the can. I tried to smile at the cops but was so cottonmouthed I probably just sneered. So, I excused myself as I walked past them, their eyes STILL burning a hole in my soul, and had to rummage through a nasty ass highway trashbin...​

Well, needless to say, my OC toolkit smells like Burger King fries, I got it ALL back, got home safely, and did such a big god damn earned line to my face that I felt numb even this morning...​

I KNOW You all have stories which are worse than this... WANNA SHARE?!?!?! :cheers2:

 

once i waited 5 hours for a motherfucker to come through because i was going into another borough later. that sucked.

other than that, i can't really say there are any more.

 

wel......

my friend and i were goin to pick up some coke and OC80 cuz we wanted to have a fun night speedballin. so we called up our source in the only big city in my state which is like a 45 min drive away, not too bad. we have to pick him up at our buddy's house first then bring him to his friends house cuz the kids friends are on their way up from boston as we spoke to drop everything off. wel first we got lost and as a side note the control arm in my car is broken and the shock is out of the bushing which means i REALLY shouldn't b drivin it at all but w.e. we wanted to have a good night.
so we get to the kids house and its mayhem! i guess one of the kids were really drunk and was beating his girl so they took him out of the room then he grabbed a bb gun and proceeded to shoot the house up lol. in the process he shot himself in the leg like 8 times. blood everywhere a girl cryin and all i want is my drugs. with my luck the dealers are stuck in traffic so we go into a room and wait. the dealers finally come so we decide to chill for a bit and do a couple rails before we leave. well the drunken idiot comes barrelin through the door wanting OC cuz i guess we bought the last of it and we def dont wanna give ne up so he try's to fight us! so his friends restrain him and he's still bleedin everywhere. he finally calms down(or so we thought). right after he left the room we hear a crash! he starts breakin every single piece of glass in the apt freakin out! so we were told to jus leave and they were srry for their friend. dont need to tell us twice lol so we booked it outta there and as we leave in the car cop's pull up! i guess the chic called the cops so we def got outta there as fast as possible. we got back home and treated ourselves to some wel deserved rails and got totally faced.

 

CSU--

thats messed up dude. how many did you get? must've been a whole lot for close to $400 (including gas) and 8 hours of driving. you grab like 10-15 of the 80's?

 

well... to get to my opiate connect i gotta drive through the desert for about twenty minutes.
nothing but hills and lizards.... and junkies.
anyway, i was takin this kid from across the street over there.
i tell him, $4 per MS-CONTIN 60, he shits himself, giddy and what not.
so we get about a mile into the desert, dirt road mind you, and the kid starts asking me... "ever beat anyone up" and the likes...
i tell him... only when i people fuck with my money!
(being sarcastic)
so, silence prevails, and a few minutes later he starts asking me, "dude, where are you taking me?"
"to get some pills..."
and he starts sweating bullets, "dude, do you think im the one who stole your wallet?"
i knew my little brother had taken, but oh well...
"ya dude, as a matter of fact i do!"
"are you gonna kill me out here?"
all i could do to keep a straight face was say, "yes"
"it wasnt me dude, it wasnt me.... come on, it wasn me"
so i tell him, "just... just buy me two pills, dude, we call it even"
so, he kisses my feet...
thing is... those ms-contins are only $2 a piece lmfao...

good times...

 

$2 for MS-Contin 60... wtf!?!?!?

 

lmao :cheers2:

 

Sorry Does2, bro, it was a cool story, but I call BULLLLLSHIT on that one...

 

damn CSU, your fuckin lucky you found your stash. I can imagine how that second must have felt when you realized you threw away all your ocs.

 

CSU... i think you win man. I do not doubt that story one bit.

I quit using steadily a while back, but one time I drove an hour south to pick up a whole shitload of '40s, well long story short, i got halfway back and decided to stop and do some just off the highway on a onramp. I parked and slammed about 160mgs off the back of a red bull can and passed out. I woke up with a cop behind me, needle on my lap.

His lights weren't on, so i put the car in gear, drove home. i guess he thought it was abandoned and was just checking it out, or settting up for a speed trap. who knows. He didnt follow me, and I got wasted for a few days after that.


bad times of my life. I'm done doing dumb shit like that.

now i have to make a phone call

 

once while i was working.. i took 4 hydros.. yea they still work for me .. and smoked a fat bowl during my break to go home and let my dog out.. i came back.. i was so fucked up.. i remember my first order.. i was so out of it.. i went to grab a burger from the fridge and the door hit my hand while it was closing and i dropped the burger on the floor.. this happened on the next two attepts to get another burger.. i was just moving too slow and the door kept hitting me in the wrist.. haha.. everyone knew i was fucked up cuz my eyes were barely open and i couldnt really walk straight or standup straight.. but i was still able to pump food out.. you know you're good at what you do when you can be all fucked up and still perform your job amazingly

 

Word... love being able to handle those types of scenarios when your blasted outa your skull... As bad as it might seem for people who don't understand, it IS hella funny when that happens, plus its a blast to be in that state of mind when nobody else is the wiser and your actually doing a service for them. ESPECIALLY where if the customer knew they would flip-da-fuck-out! Opiate love...

 

"oh dear lord.. you mean a junkie is cooking my food back there"

 

NOOOO, my burger might be over microwaved... no wait, they just hit one button and it self cooks... Well maybe the.... no, thats all done too... Well, maybe... YA, they can screw up the toppings, three pickles instead of two typa thing! REDICULOUS, "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

 

i wouldn't mind finding a worthy pill or bag in my order.

 

I waited 6 hours on some sketchy Mexican guy to call me back. Then when he did my buddy and I BARELY made it to his car in time, which was a shiny black SUV.

However, I got 3 80's for myself and 2 for my friend.

 

One time Me and another guy were grinding lathe bits on bench grinders and complaining how we didnt have any vikes. While we were talking I reached over to quench the metal and my hand got caught and sucked under the grinding wheel. Well it striped my index finger tip down to the bone and bruised the shit out of my other fingers. The guy that runs my school said to go to the emergency room. I told them it hurt like shit and they gave me 20 7.5 vicodins.

Also When I was like 18 this hot ass chick I worked with got a boob job and had a bunch of percocets. I dont know what strength they were but I went over there and took a few wnd she danced for me and gave me a hand job while I looked at those new tits.

 

I hear ya, those burger people are sooo stingy... lol

 

^ LMAO. omg I wish I went to burger king and left calling it oxy king! that would be so dope, finding pills in the bottom of ur order. lol, but you probably got the same chance of gettin struck by lightning..

kinda like the story about the dude on here that found a bunch of OC40s in a brown bag outside a gas station. lucky bitch, why doesnt shit like that ever happen to me?!?!

 

once when i was an H newbie... i started getting sick and couldn't find any H. so i actually went out looking with a friend of mine who used to be a crackhead. i found some girl who said she could get it and i just gave her all of my money - without seeing the dope (100/half gram tar) (LOL) and she walked off down the street. well she was gone for over an hour and my friend is like: she ripped you off; but i was sick and desperate and totally sure she would come back. finally she did come back! but she brought me way too little for my money! and i started crying and saying OMG that is not enough! so off she went again. my friend by this time just knew she wouldn't come back since i had given her the dope to take back with her (and she still had my money - stupid i know). well finally she did come back and with the correct amount and it was good. and later i hooked up with her friend who turned out to be her bf and he became a customer of mine eventually.... ah the good old days - i have been off of H for over 7 years.
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