Help me call bullshit please? Up for a big read?

Well I don't know. I started getting into acid when I was drinking a lot and just kind of partying and getting together and what not, "having fun". So, drinking, made me try weed, because I was too drunk to care (never to drunk to want to smoke cigarettes though).

Anyway, I started researching other drugs. Seeing if there's any drugs that seem some what harmless, no addiction, fun, etc. I thought hallucinogens seemed the best, was really mislead about LSD, but was very unclear on how exactly it worked. LSD seemed perfect, seemed like the only thing wrong about it is what happens when you are already dosed up. The bad trip / hurting yourself thing. But that's kinda how it is for any drug anyway. So I found someone who could get acid, learned that spine shit and all other propaganda was 100% false. Tried it a few times, loved it, wanted to try it some more. Wanted to be dosing up while making my money back.

I was always interested with having connections, and being able to deal a bit on my own. Trying to find cheap prices and sell for a little more to make some almost worthless profits. To think I actually bothered buying 10 strips to sell for full price each, (since around here if you buy 10 you get it for 7 a hit vs 10 a hit). Anyway point is, the kid who connected me (and mostly everyone else I know), to the towns acid dealer (apparently only one, in this age group). I thought my connect was pretty chill. I have a lot of just regular friends but he seemed okay. Over the past few months we were becoming quite tight and what not. And no, it wasnt because he walked me to his dealer when we chilled, we actually did chilled and talked a lot. And I will admit, I've been ripped off a few times in this (with other kids, not him), trying to make a buck and shit.

I've probably got ripped off for about $200 bucks in the most retarded situations, never really hurt me any, but it's just annoying. Tried finding new connects and just always got fucked. Same day lost 120, another day lost 80, made all my money back eventually, lost a little again, then greed started settling it, thinking about shit like what if I just never was ripped off, I'd be loaded. You know, I'm 16, no real source of income, but I always have a lot of loot for some reason. I started with like $350 I got from virtually no where with no effort, have little to show for it now that its half gone, and now I'm down to like $180, after going through, up and down the $200 range for like ever now. I lost this money from college kids I wouldn't dare mouth of to for my money, just took it and left with the fact I got beat.

Anyway, here's where I need help. What would you think, I just gave a background info on what may help you. Here's a bit more.

Situation: I decided I was tired of being ripped off with fake acid (kind of made me think I was getting the reputation people could just fuck me over).
"N" sold me 50 dollars worth of acid, that was apparently an inactive research chemical (in my own opinion). Tasted like shit, he got it at a concert (worked for him supposedly), and the blotter art was think and almost cardboard like with a cool design on it. This isn't my friend "J" who first got me an acid connect I was explaining early, this is N.

I called N back bitching because the shit didnt work after 3 hours, and I felt that was time enough, even for a research chemical (and for further reference it never did kick in). I told him to meet up with me, I'll give him the rest back for some of my money back (being reasonable). Instead I got this kid who is pretty ghetto, built well, tough (seriously), has a mouth to own up to his looks, and in a gang. So as you can imagine amongst little teenagers we are this kid seemed like top dawg, also being 21 years old. So it was basically 4 kids who were probably going to jump me anyway even though they already ripped me off for 50 bucks. (Good thing I brought this kid, they were scared shitless cause they knew who he was).

But that kid I had with me scared them out of doing anything, and N emptied out his pockets, gave it to the kid. He only had 15 bucks left 3 hours later.. Catch is , while we went for a stroll in his car, the ghetto kid stole his scale. I think that may be why he did what he did which I'll explain.

Situation 2: I try saying sorry to N, just making up. I ain't really one for violence, I am very calm believe it or not. I'm like whatever man, shit happens. You guys were obviously tripping, something fucked that acid up. I didn't mean for the ghetto kid to so hostile. My bad, bla bla.

Situation 3: My friend J tells me I am going to a party (J originally introduced me to N, N and J are decent friends), if I want. It's at N's house. N always has parties on weekends, this is nothing out of the ordinary. J calls me back after I was waiting for an hour that N doesn't want me there. I'm like, well can you ask him whats wrong with us then? I thought we were cool. J told me there was nothing he could really do about it. I asked J to give me N's number so I could call and ask whats up, J's given me N's number before, the RIGHT number.

So guess what, he gave me N's wrong number. It was kind of off, but not totally. I'm not saying like replace the last digit with 1 single different digit, but totally fucked up, but kind of similar. I called him back said the kid isn't picking up, didnt even look like his number and the voice mail was weird.

He told me N wasn't around at the party so he couldnt do shit. 1-2 hours later I get a call back saying I'm invited, asking if I could still throw down for some alcohol. I'm like sure, I'll pitch in like 15 I guess. J tells me to call N giving me the RIGHT number this time, I called him on the fact that the last number he gave me was all off, and he just said shit my bad bla bla bla.

I call N, asks whats up with us, he sounds easy going and what not. tells me to meet him at the corner store around my house. I'm like alright sure. Call him back to ask him where he's at, and he says he can't really just stop around there, to many kids in the car, he'd probably get pulled over with the stash he had on him. I call J telling him I feel sketchy about this. I know the kid may have a problem with me and probably wants to jump me for whatever reason. J calls N telling him im a bit sketched, N says alright, corner store then, I understand man.

He gets there, cars jammed with people, we're going to a spot to smoke a "blunt" before we hit up the party and booze. Long story short (at least this part), we're down at this path with people I know decently, one kid I knew for years, and then suddenly one of the bastards grab my arms and all except the kid I knew for years start going at me like mad. So immediately I just force myself to sit down and just cover up my head tightly as they attempt to punch / kick ( the back of head and my back repeatidly. (They were all pussies luckily on my part, so I was able to get back up on my feet and say "Just fucking stop, I'll give you my fucking money." Give them 15 bucks and they are acting surprised like I was actually going to bring my wallet into a car full of kids I barely know who may not like to me much.

They're all like "run his pockets man I know he has a lot of money". I'm like, I didn't BRING my wallet. That's ALL I HAVE. They go as far as to make me take off my shoes and shit. Which they eventually took and threw it in the creek by the woods we were at (sure my mom will buy me new ones once she hears this bullshit).

4 Kids attacking me, I had more than a right to retaliate, I even had a fucking butterfly knife on me but I didn't wanna take it that far or risk me fucking up and looking dumb with a knife in my hand, especially in a situation thats kind of related to drugs and alcohol drinking underaged.

Luckily not much damage was done, I have a minor cut under my right eye from kneeling down and covering my head against the concrete. I lost count of how many times I was fucking pounded on, but they did a lot for not even a mark to brag about with the effort of 4 kids.

I'm very calm, I'll stress that again. I wasn't in shock or anything when I said Just fucking stop, I'll give you my money. I was kind like, annoyed. Now I had to walk from like 1-2 miles away and I didn't even get jumped "for real". I'd rather say I survived a beatdown then a few panzy ass monkeys trying to basically touch me with force.

Anyway, I called my friend J back, explained the situation saying how I had a fucking instinct shit just wasn't right. He initially acted very surprised cause he said N told him what just happened. I'm just confused.

A) Would you consider N a douche bag? That 15 bucks was going to alcohol that was pretty much for his party, and all I probably would of done was get toasted by 3 or 4 shots seeing as I'm light weight with alcohol and weed.

B) Do you think J set me up? Do you think J's even a friend? Do you think he had anything to do with it? I put enough detail I believe to get every corner patched here. Summed it up well I guess.

Man I know some of you guys mean business around here, no panzy shit. If only you guys knew how silly and sad these guys are in the big picture. Mr. "Tough Guy" who was there is the small time "BEST DRO IN LIKE TOWN DUDE" dealer, who deals with nicks and dimes and the occasional 20 when he picks up his little "quarter oz of dro".

A little puertorican kid who thought he was all big and bad just randomly punching me one more time in the face when I stood up, just kept on threatening me and checking my pockets. Acting like he's all mean machine telling me not to be a "fucking hero and try anything", after they seen what may have appeared to them to be a Boston beatdown, was a mere cat scratch.

Another dumb ass was there who deals middies, nothing special, oh boy his big brother carried a gun around for the bigger drug deals he goes too, getting caught with unserialized guns. Now hes in fucking jail for 5 to 10. Cya later.

"N", a little 140 pound pale white kid that blows a chunk of cash on a gram of cocaine every day. Thinning hair, weak looking posture.

And mr Super-Good-Dro-Of-Very-Small-Amounts dealer took the phone out of my friends hand when I called him explaining what happened (Since J was still at the party with N when they headed back), threatening to me "I didn't know what I was getting myself into if I even attempted to lay a finger on N in the future". Oh trust me, I'll show him the kind of damage that can be done by one person eventually.

I'm sure you guys would have a field day on this group of small time panzies, but me on the other hand, I've just always been average. I got just like legit best friends, debating on what J is to me, my legit best friends arent up for fighting and stupid shit, it really doesn't solve anything in my opinion.

I don't why I have this kind of karma. I've been innocent, I've been ripped off, when I was sold fake shit and didnt know it was fake before trying it and selling it off, I RETURNED the fucking money. Over $80 BUCKS! I've been nothing but fair, but this kid pulls this. I just don't know, somebody give me an insight, I need one.

I just love how the kid took the phone said he I should shut the fuck up cause I got my nose busted and broken and bleeding.. I seriously am not exaggerating, I have nothing on my face thats really noticeable...

Just insight please.

 

Are you fucking serious, i read the first couple lines, the realised how long it was. That would take days.

 

Well I guess reading about the situations at the bottom would sum it up good enough and answering a few of my questions would be alright then, but i mean the title does warn you you have to be up for a good read.

 

i actualy read it all except the last few lines
it was definately lil overboard but so was the situations
it dont matter if j is a freind, if j is n's freind & n is such a unethical asshole then why would u trust j that much?
but then i wouldnt assume j set u up, he could certainly be an ok dude, actualy bea freind, but think about it, is he still freinds with n today?
if 1 of my freinds did that to any of my freinfds, they wouldnt be a freind no more\
if hed still be freinds after he pulled that shit on u, then theres not much chance he conciders your freindship important at all

 

yeah I agree with soaringeagle about J. Thats a fucked up story though, I think you should teach N a lesson man I would be totally pissed over that situation.

 

That is really fucked up. I dont know man, I think J set your ass up. He doesnt sound like a friend it all. But you know what they say. Keep your friends close and your enemy's closer

 

You have been way to trusting.
You have fucked yourself.
You have to fix the problem.


Respect is important and they obviously don't respect you. Make an example of the leader, fuck the rest, and get on with your life. If someone owes you money, they owe you money. You seem far too permissive as far as getting ripped off.

Your not dealer material sorry. I dealt all summer and was getting far too major, so I decided to cut the shit and leave it alone. There are so many other ways to make money and not have to sweat all the time. Someone tried to dodge me when they owed me $150. The money was nothing to me realistically, but what type of message does that send to other people. Long story short he pulled a knife, I had a knife but decided my asshole staying tight was more important than killing him, so I beat the piss out of him and then went to his house the next day and took him for a ride to an atm. After that I realized dealing wasn't my thing. I don't mind hurting people when they wrong me, but it's just not worth it in the grand scheme of things. Hopegully you understand what I'm saying. Get your money back and then stop attempting to deal it invites drama.

Stick to college/school and hustle legally on the side to make some money for ur habit.

 

I pretty much agree.

 

Yeah thanks for the replies. Yeah fucking around trying to make some dollars off drugs just isn't worth the effort to me. I lost more than I gained when things did go right. I lost my reputation after multiple people ripped me off who were much older than me. The kids who were my age and did manage to rip me off who were connected to me by J (supposedly trying to get me sales) , were fucking transparent kids. They are drop outs, they live at home, nobody knows there home phone, they're never in town, they dodged their cell calls, I wouldn't be getting my money back.

I wouldn't go as far as to say I am not dealer material, it's just everything that could go wrong did. I had no rides, didn't have enough kids who would be willing to help me out when shit went bad, the people who rip you off are never the fuck around. I'm pretty stratedgic as far as not getting caught goes, but yeah. Idk, I give up in this scene. I just wish I could have a solid acid connect who has good shit instead of 50/50'ing my chance getting real acid spending 70-100 bucks at a time.

 

Do you go to festivals and concerts to get your acid supply or are you just buying it off of random sketchy people. Also when buying alot ask to take a hit or two first and see if it actually is real before you buy the rest.

 

A) yes definently

B) Quite obviously

 

sorry dude there aren't enough years in my life to read all that.

 

if you need friends to be able to back you up then that's just one more reason you aren't dealer material like the other guy said. you have to be able to take what's yours by Yourself. it doesn't really work like in the rap songs where you have a whole crew of people on your side, at least not in my experinece. you do shit by youself, make yourself money, and deal with the problems (getting robbed/busted) yourself when they come up (and they will).

 

thanks for the spam

 

I wasn't trying to be condescending I was just stating a fact.

I don't deal either anymore b/c I'M not dealer material. I can deal with everything but the possibility of prison, and that's a BIG part of being a dealer whether most dealers acknowledge it or not.

 

I wasn't trying to be condescending I was just stating a fact.

I don't deal either anymore b/c I'M not dealer material. I can deal with everything but the possibility of prison, and that's a BIG part of being a dealer whether most dealers acknowledge it or not.

 

Those kids are losers, ditch all them, including j. Be glad people like that exist, though. It's people like that that get busted, while the smart ones stay safe.