Alright, so I was inspired by a post someone wrote about getting three 160mg OC's at Bonnaroo for $50 each. He said, "it was one of those right place right time things". It made me think of this absolutely crazy score I had when I was totally dry, feeling about 2 days worth of withdrawals from about a 100mg/day habit, with no possible way to refill my prescription for another week or so, and all of my other connections dry or out of town. I went to a Starbucks Coffee connected to a bookstore to get a book and get a coffee and sit outside and read/write in my notebook. It was early evening, like 7pm during June, so it was warm and still light out. I got there, got my book and my coffee, then sat down and started reading. Most of the tables around me were full, but the closest was empty. Soon, a guy who looked (and smelled) like he hadn't showered in about ten days, and like he was high, showed up and sat down at the table closest to me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pack of american spirits and lit one, wanting to cover up his scent, and he turned to me and asked to bum a cig. I said sure, no problem, and gave him one. Soon, he started talking to me. Turns out he just got out of jail. He'd been in for 9 months for possession of MDMA (apparently he got caught with like a couple thousand tablets and some molly) and they'd taken his cell phone for evidence and he had no way of getting in touch with the friend he was supposed to be meeting at Starbucks. So I loaned him my cell phone. He made a call, thanked me, then kept talking, pretty much told me his whole life story. Finally, I said I had to go (was sick of not getting to read or write like I wanted) and he said hey, wait, you don't have an extra cell phone lying around your house do you? I was like, fuck, I bet he really needs a phone, why not, so I told him yeah, I've got an extra phone. Want to meet up tomorrow so I can give it to you? Long story short: we met up, I gave him the phone and drove him to a T-mobile store so he could get it hooked up, then drove he and his girlfriend downtown and dropped him off. During this, I told him I was looking for OC and asked him to look around for me, and got his number. Sure enough, next day, he called me from some concert and said some guy had OC 80's for $30 each and I said fuck yeah, get me as many as you can with whatever cash you can get together. So I ended up getting 8 OC 80's for $35 each (i paid him a commission since he was nice enough to front em for me) right when I needed them. Just goes to show you that when a stranger asks for a cell phone you should talk to him. Alright guys, post your stories.
I really like that story, V, but I wouldn't call it 'coincidental' - you were generous to somebody who was obviously high, and you ended up getting drugs... Choosing to be nice is a character trait, not luck, right? Don't mean any offence dude - I can't think of a better one, and it did bring a smile to my face!
yeah that was a good story and im sure somewhere in my mind i have some good ones too but sadly today my brain damage is acting up---but ill tell u about a guy that offered me an ounce of chronic for the blanket i was wearing like a cape after CAL JAM 2 and how astounded he was when i refused the deal cas i was comfy in my blankie--never forget the look in his eyes lol---
dude.. you refused an OUNCE of chronic because you wanted to keep your blanket?? I'd have taken that swap in a second, smoked half of it, then sold the rest and bought like ten more blankets! lol. and to AK, I'm glad my story made you smile. Thanks for the compliment too, I may be nice sometimes, but I'm not always that nice. something about this guy made me sure that he was chill and that I could trust him not to scam me and not to fuck me over somehow. I'll admit, at first I was like.. give this guy my old cell phone? shit, i was just trying to read my damn book then this sketchball comes to inconvenience me... but then I thought about it and realized, damn, if I were him, having just gotten out of jail (and since I'd been in jail just a few months before, I was extra sympathetic) I'd really appreciate someone being kind to me rather than treating me like dirt. Anyway, lets get some more stories people! when were you "in the right place at the right time"? When did you just have an awesome deal fall in your lap out of nowhere? Lets hear it! -V
haha, but I get what you mean. thats a legit answer. there are no wrong answers here at hipforums. well... ok maybe, but not if its a thread I started. Seriously though, think about it. there has to be a time when you were like, shit, I want to get high tonight but there's not a chance in hell I will find anything, and somehow some old connection came through for you unexpectedly, or you went to a party and holy shit someone was selling OC's or just gave you some cause they liked you... you know you have stories people! lets hear em..
oh and I got a seriously over-prescribed amount of Darvocet (80 count) because I called the on-call surgeon after my ankle surgery and cried in pain. On top of an already filled vicodin script.
Once, when I was working at a headshop, a customer came in the store talking about he had some xanax and other pills in his car, so I went out to his car, and this motherfucker pulls out a shoebox FULL of xanax, vicodin 10mg, codeine, and some other shit. I got 90 xanax bars, a handful of vics, and a handful of codeine all for only $90. That was a wonderful night
Yeah, see, THIS is what I was talking about. Nice one man, thats pretty awesome. Always great to meet ANYONE with a shoebox full of pills. Which is hopefully what I'll have when I go home from the hospital in a couple days.
Ahhhhh so lucky. And here is one tale I have. It's not my favorite crazy story but it was way back in the day when I first started using drugs and smoking weed. It was about 3 years ago in my sophmore year of highschool. I was with my friend waiting for our older friend to drive to us so we could go on an l-ride. (typical highschool stuff) haha. Anyway so our friend calls us and says he doesn't feel like smoking today and that he would pay us back for the money we had fronted him so we could buy a quarter. We were out of luck because we had no money and no connections available. This is where it gets ridiculous. I got a random phone call from my friend saying that she's 'so stoned right now' an asking what I was up to. I told her what had happened and she said she felt bad and as I was about to hang up I thought wait I'll ask her where she got her bud from. She said he friend who was in town and thy if we hurried she could tell him to wait for us. I said ok. But therein lies the problem. It was about 8pm and obviously in sophmore year I did not have my driving lisrnse. Where my friend and I were was about 2.5 miles from the town center where our connection was. It was mid febuary and only about 30 degrees farenheit outside. It was time for a sprint. My friend and I sprinted about one and a half miles over main highways, through ditches, and at one point climbed over a 6 foot fence. When we finally reached town I called my friend and she directed me to where the dealer was going to meet us. We finally found him and explained that we were a little late meeting him because we were around 2.5 miles away. He was impressed by us getting to town in that short time and gave us 2.5 grams of blueberry haze for only $20. It was amazing weed and such a great relief to get after the ridiculous journey. U had been smoking since the behgining of 9th grade but normally just stuck to speed and weed and alcohol. This,at the behgining of sophmore year, was my first time I had to go out of my way for bud and it was an adventure that ended really well. I hope this story counts Peace
Yeah man. Imagine my surprise when I walked out to the dude's car, only for him to pull out a shoebox full of benzos and opiates. haha I was expecting maybe a pill bottle or two, but DAMN! It turned out that he worked for UPS or FedEx or something, and whenever he came across a package that sounded like it had pills in it, he opened it and kept whatever had any recreational value. lol
Oh shit.. badass. I should get a job with them. Not like the people who didn't get their pills in the mail can do shit about it either. It is against federal law to send scheduled drugs through the mail so they are fucked and he gets to keep their drugs. niiice.
Actually, no its not illegal to send scripts through the mail. They have mail order scripts everyday through UPS and fed-ex. Its called on-line pharmacy's, Insurance is going that route more and more cause its cheaper I had to get my oxy scripts through the mail. thats the only way the insurance would cover them. Plus all the pharms out here don't carry oxys anymore. you get them shipped to you
Oh shit sorry You're right Oxy, I forgot to stipulate... I meant it is illegal to send pills that are not sent by a legit pharmacy. Even pills that have a prescription bottle can be confiscated by the postal service/DEA if they think there is anything suspicious. I had a friend who ordered something from an overseas pharmacy and those were confiscated, then ordered something from a domestic pharmacy, and those were confiscated. He was pretty pissed, as you can imagine. But yeah oxy you are right it is fine to send pills for certain legit reasons like that a pharmacy is sending them to you. But I'm not allowed to send you pills throught the mail just cause I think you are chill. (although I'm sure a lot of us on hipforums wish we could send pills by mail without risking a federal offense) Good call on the correction man. Also, how you been? I've been off the forums for a couple months and last time I was here you were getting OC's and hydros from your doc. Now I'm seeing that you're using dope and some other shit, everything ok? Did you lose your scripts or change doctors or something? Just worried about ya, you're one of my favorite posters on this board so I want to see you stay around. -V
i picked up the end of a bag of mushrooms randomly at a 4-20 party. i said i was looking for mushrooms, an dthis guy was just like "hey, ten bucks." i also once got percocet that my friend found in his grandma's medicine cabinet. it was a couple years old, but it was fiiiiine.