Dealers share your stories

Hey dealers, tell us about your adventures, or the difficulties or fun of dealing, or how your business works. Share us the world of dealing

 

this kid who used to go to my school but left a year or two ago to go to boarding school came back over thanksgiving to visit his family and shit. well this kid is a fucking dick and he always gave me shit back in the day, so wen i go to meet up with these chicks the first night of the break, to my surprise, i see this douche back in town acting like we were old pals. i keep tryin to ignore him, but he persistently tries to strike up a conversation with me. as im walking away from him back to my friends car, i hear him say hes tryin to score some weed. An Ounce, he says. so naturally my ears prick up and i turn around and say "hey i can hook u up man." he says hes only gonna spend about 90 bucks and i said i could hook him up with an o of some real nice popcorn. so the next day he calls me, and i go to make the deal. we were at the top of this parking lot, and it was dark out, so i walk up to the car hes in and he hands me a 100. i hand him a about 3/4 an ounce of some of the nastiest schwag ive ever seen and he holds it in the light. "This isnt schwag dude is it?" he says. im all "are u fucking kidding me dude? i dont fuck with mexican shit. But dude i think i just saw a cop so we better hurry up." and hes like "alright." and they drive off. some fuckin easy money, and pay back for several years of him treatin me like shit. payback's a bitch

 

Well I got arrested with a 1/2lb of bud and a 1/4lb of shrooms so my story is, dont sell it sucks and fucks up your life.

 

i've never really made a career out of dealing. but i can share a funny story:
a bit ago there was this one dealer who was the biggest dickhead dealer ever. he ripped off and tried to steal from a few of my buddies. so we came up with a plan, i went to meet him and told him i wanted a half o. so i show him the money, and when he places the sack in my hand i go, "sir, i'm going to have to place you under arrest" and he took off like a damn crackhead! and me and my buddies ended up with a weak half for free.

 

I've sold more than my fair share of pot. Me and my partner would sell about a pound a week, which is pretty good for around here. I used to love it, I always had pot that I always smoked for free, I always had something to do, instead of staying in one place and getting stoned we would drive around from place to place getting stoned with different friends. I never used to worry about it but people have been getting busted left and right over here, it's really hot and it's just not worth it anymore.

 

I had around 520 customers that were loyal and only bought from me. I had big dealers asking me 2 get rid of ther shit. which i made bought 10 bucks in my pocket for every sac I sold. I got greedy, smoked too much weed, blew up too fast and got busted. But don't let that discourage you! j\k

 

here's my dealer story:

i went to school, got a good job, and make more then any dealer i know [excluding 1 who brings in like 120,000K a week]

 

not really a 'dealer' story , its a certain love for the bud, for me, bra!

 

I don't have any dealing horror stories other than the time I got busted for giving away--for free--a handful of weed to a "friend" who had joined the army and was about to ship out to boot camp.
I had just started smoking weed a few months earlier and I never imagined anyone would do that.
He had gotten busted for poss. and the cops told him "turn in 3 of your friends and join the army and we'll let you go. That was a common deal cops offered teens back them, cannon fodder for the Vietnam war.
I was sitting in my apt. with a friend and BR came to my house and told me he wanted some weed for his going away party. I offered to take him to H'wood where I bought mine but he said he didn't have the time.
He said he wanted about 1/2 oz. so I reached into the bag of weed I had bought the night before and stuffed anhandfull into a baggie and handed it to him.
He handed me $6.00 (back then a oz. lid of Acapulco Gold went for $10). I said "no dude, it's a going away present, enjoy". But he put the 6 bux down on the coffee table and said "here you might need it for gas or something."
He needed to leave the $$ see--it was marked money.
He bops out the door, and as I found out later went around the corner where he had met the cops and handed them the weed.
Back at my house I had just put on an album when 3 cops with guns drawn bust open my front door.
I was arrested for sales and they busted my friend too, for accessory.
I was convicted of sales, The d.a. told the judge I was "a major source of narcotics for juveniles" although I had never sold weed or given it to anyone in my life. I spent 5 months in jail and 5 years on probation.

Coda: Word got around what he had done to me and 2 other of his friends.
When he got home on a 2-week leave from boot camp some people that knew about what he had done asked him if he wanted to go with them to the desert to hook up with some chicks and he said ok.
On the way to the desert they gave him a Coke that had 3 hits of what was called STP at the time. I don't know exactly what it was but it was 3 times more powerful than LSD.
Then they left him in the desert.
A farmer found BR 2 days later howling at the moon.
He was taken to a mental hospital and the last time I heard, about 2 years after it happened, his brain was fried so badly he couldn't feed himself and had to wear diapers.

I went on to deal weed--but very carefuly to RELIABLE friends--for decades after that, but never as a full-time job, just a side job to pick up a little bit of spending money.

 

I was wanting to get into the growing business..I have a pretty damn good green thumb