Sketchiest Drug Deals?!

I'm interested to hear about some of the shadiest drug deals someone might be involved in so post about your shadiest, sketchiest, or most dangerous drug deals you've done. It can be that everything went straight but it doesn't necesassarily have to be one of those, ones where you got jacked could be interesting too.


The shadiest shit I've seen was the slum neighborhoods in east baltimore..the hood, deep in the hood. The best time to do it was right before noon. This was the real deal, dont think you can get much more hood than this, crumbling brick and condemned buildiings with broken and boarded windows tagged and x'ed out many times over. Baltimore has kindof narrrow streets and there was no traffic here so your effectively walled in and they could block you in from front and back, trapping you between brick, concrete and...big black dudes flamed up head to toe. Even if you could somehow get over about four stories to the other side they'd just run through the alley and you'd be stuck again the same way. A couple white boys are probably not going to be able to walk through without issue, they might rob you knowing you probably had money. You better be in a vehicle with the doors locked and pray that they don't take too interest in you. Try not to pay attention to them so they don't think you're watching them conducting their business. Find his door but dont dick around, straight there and then get the fuck out of that shithole making sure anyone that saw you go past the first time isn't going to try and hold you up on your way back just make sure you damn sure don't get yourself turned around if you have to cut over a street to avoid those guys that saw you. Don't wanna find yourself in some sort of maze where every block looks just as shitty as the rest, who do you think you're gong to ask for directions?! Eventually you would come out of it but who knows where. And if you think bringing a pistol might be a good idea, thats the dumbest thing you could do. If guns got pulled it would end up very bad and they'd just throw your bodies in a dumpster or some shit in an alley. Nobody lives on this block and everythings all shut up so nobodys gonna find the bodies anytime soon.

I did not like having to go out there at all, but I never had an incident luckily but I was always cautious when me and my friend went out there. I don't know if they ever would have even tried to hold up the car but we always were very careful. I was pretty young then so I was pretty nervous. I had seen some stuff living there on occasion but had never actually gone deep into the hood. Baltimore is not like this in general east baltimore has some rough ones, but most neighborhoods are okay and are safe to walk through. Fells point near the harbor is nice and we had a pretty nice townhouse in that neighborhood and I love the city overall. It's quite possible that we had gone deep into one of the worst neighborhoods in the city. and i'm not sure how my friend got that hookup like that, he said the prices were good but I wonder if they charged him a bit more for being white. i couldn't help but notice it was a pretty rough place, but I probably exaggerated the actual danger.. When I moved down here coke deals seemed alot less risky in comparison but there's still the risk of getting fucked over.


Post the shadiest, riskiest, dangerous drug deals you've done.
BTW: I hope this doesn't come off as rascidst in any way because I don't want anyone to think I'm being rascist, I really am not rascist at all, I know some cool black people (but they aren't ghetto thugs or gangbangers). But anyone who says black people can't be scary might should take a walking through the actual hood at late hours like that one and i'm sure they would feel uncomfortable. If I found myself in a neighborhood that looked the same way and everything was the same about it except the only difference was they were all sketchy white people doing the same things instead I would be just as uncomfortable, I just haven't seen any neighborhoods like for whatever reason, and I've lived in several different cities, and visited some others. I just don't want people thinking that, just about anyone would be uncomfortable in that situation
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Funny. What block were you on? I spent a good moment of my life on the streets of east baltimore (between biddle and federal, and luzerne and milton) the streets aren't as bad as most think, you can walk around and not get fucked with as long as your not stepping on other peoples toes. Like if I go to your neighborhood and walk around your not gonna care but if i walk on your grass and piss on your mailbox your gonna have a problem, follow.Anyways, the sketchiest deal I ever had was in east baltimore also. Me and my buddy went down one night like 8 or 9 o clock, dark. We were driving around and most of the corners were vacant. We catch up with some young cats on milton ave and they told us to pull around to the next block and park in the alley way (assuming since there are no cameras in the alley) we sat and waited in pitch blackness, in the baltimore hood, behind a abandoned building, in a slim alley way, waiting for some REAL hood boys to come break us off. 2 dudes approaching from the rear gave us what we wanted and took the money then ran like hell, like ran faster than I ever could. We thought the cops were around or maybe he thought we were cops (2 white boys in a nice caprice, who can blame em) so we took off, pills in hand water in other ready to swallow if we got jammed up. Pretty sketchy, not the sketchiest, but sketchy enough for this thread I believe.

 

damn I never appreciated living in a white, suburban middle class neighbourhood as I do now.

 

Gather 'round kiddies, I got a tale to tell ya, every word true.
Now way back when I was a young man, about 15, I met an older women, PG, 22, and we became "friendly" with each other from time to time. She also had a 4 year old son.
Ok on the night in question I was 17 and was visiting her when she got a call from a friend of hers. Her friend wants some PCP, which PG happened to have, so she asked if I wanted to go for a ride, Sure I say. Quick delivery and back no problem. So we head out and end up in the baaaad part of Santa Ana. I kind of wondering about and she says it's ok, we're going to her sister in laws house. Sister in law? I been bangin this chick off and on for a couple of years and just now find out she was married? Anyway we get there and have to wait for PG's friends boyfriend to get there. While waiting some big tall mean looking dude walks in and of course it's the brother, or rather PG's x-husband and father of her son. He is dressed in a wide lapels suit with an open shirt, typical late seventies disco type look. Plus he had a Smith and Wesson Model 686 .357 Magnum tucked away in a shoulder holster. I'm thinking "OH Fuck, what next!"

Well in walks the boyfriend and his "crew". Covered in prison tatt's and gang symbols with a trail of teardrop tattoo's running down his cheek, this guy looks as deadly as his markings attest to. The PCP is for these guys, Great! Plus they brought heroin with them which PG and her "sister in law" proceeded to start snorting.

I just want to get the fuck out of there as fast as possible.
My ride is nodding in the kitchen, I'm in the living room with 5 nasty hard core bangers and a some mean fucker with a big-ass gun!

These gangbangers are eyeballin my gringo ass hard as well as the x-husband's. Now the sister looks as hispanic as could be, but the brother looked as white as me. So these guys were running their mouths as the PCP starting to take effect about fucking with these white boys for fun. For about 45 mins they just kept drinking and partying and saying shit in Spanish about "fuckin the white boys shit up".

What they didn't know was that the x-husband spoke fluent Spanish and understood every word they said. They also didn't know, nor did I, that he also worked for a rather large dealing operation in So. Cal. as a "collector of bad debts" and he did freelance "problem elimination" if the money was right.

He goes and informs his sister that if those idiots didn't shut the fuck up he was going to blow his fucking head off.
She went and talked to her boyfriend. Don't know what she said but they started to kiss his ass big time. Then the x-hubby came over to me and told me not to worry, he has these assholes under control.

Then we go for a beer run. The ex-hubby, the gang leader guy and me. As we are driving back from the store, the gangbanger ask about the gun. This guy pulls out the 357 and hands to to this gangbanging killer high on PCP,heroin, and Budweiser!! I almost shit my pants. Next thing this asshole starts to shoot at some guy just walking down the street. BAM!! BAM!!
The other guy grabs gun from him and we get the fuck out of there.

Shortly after that the gangbangers took off, and so did the ex-hubby. But PG is too out of for driving and she won't let me take her car.
I ended up having to sleep on the fucking couch that night and didn't get back home until like noon.
That was one of the most intense "am I going to survive this night" experiences of my life.

 

I was snookered by a group of old Indians in southern Mexico. I traveled to a mountain hamlet in order to find Aztec food of the Gods. The old men there had me wait a considerable period while they went to procure some mushrooms only to return several hours latter producing a smattering of dried useless material that did not even resemble mushrooms. Being surrounded as I was, I could not possibly challenge the claims of these folks that they had produced psychoactive mushrooms so I paid them their fee anyway.
I was in Mexico on a work permit as a yo-yo demonstrator. While I was waiting in the mountain village for these men to return, a crowd of curious children gathered around me so I started doing yo-yo tricks. One trick I did is called "eating spaghetti". The trick doesn't perform without it's name and I was shocked by the mindless gaze of the children to the the trick. It was explained to me that these children had never seen spaghetti and didn't know what it was. Brought home to me in a profound way that ways and means look different in other cultures. There are other ways of doing things in the world besides our own American practices.

 

About a year ago my friend had to pick up a quad for his parents so they gave him money and off we went. There were four of us in a suburban and we drove to a house somewhere in downtown San Antonio. The area was not too bad, single story houses with chain link fenced yards and whatnot. My friend and I climb into the back of the vehicle and get down out of the way before the guy comes out. He gets into the car and tells the two in the front to give him the money so that he could run back inside and get them what they need.After he did not come back for about twenty minutes my friends went and knocked on the door. They came back after being told that the guy was "gone" or something to that effect. There was not much they could do so we just left.

 

..hahaaha that sucks..

 

hahahahahahahaha. I rofl'd at that story.

 

in the front and out the back trick thats shitty.

 

That is an AMAZING story PB_Smith! Talk about the excretory material hitting the ventilation device, hard!

 

@PB_smith holy fuck dude, the "gangbanger" didnt actually hit the random person on the street did he?

 

I don't think so, I hope not.
Plus I was like this , so I was more worried about myself at that moment.

 

I once got a text from a random number and he says "hey my gf said that you can get some bomb molly". I asked who this girl was because I only knew one girl who knew that I could, and she would ask me herself I knew that, or at least introduce us. He tried to change the subject and he got all mad and texted "look dude I am looking for a quarter of molly a week, you gonna help or not?". Then about a week later I get a call and some random dude says hey I was told you could get me an eigth, I said who told you that and he says Adam. I told him I don't know an Adam, and tell him to have Adam call me, just to see. He could not produce Adam, but he sent me a text saying "is this a number to buy marijuana from?". In all the years I have been smoking I have never heard anyone call it that, maybe weed or pot, but it seemed so formal. I think I had an officer trying to do something, somehow my number got out.

 

one time I was rollin so hard that this dude convinced me me to hand him a 50 pack so he could "look at it". I can't believe i actually did that shit. I was on like 3 pills and that shit made me trust people way too much. Well that dude grabbed the 50 pack and then jumped out of my car and started running throught the streets. We tried to chase him but it was futile. I know where he lives too...it's been like 2 years since it happened and for some reason I never did anything to his house cuz I had better shit to do but one day somethings gonna happen and I'm gonna leave some kind of hint so that he knows that it was me. i'll leave a note that says that this is for the pills you stole.

 

I hope that didn't ruin your good time :/ Be a shame to waste a roll

 

wow Candykid, that guy is lucky you are so nice. He has to be a dumbass to go stealing when people know where he lives.

 

yeah, pretty much. That kind of think is something that might get your house shot up where i came from, that guy would without a doubt be dead and some of the neighborhoods in that town look pretty fuckin scary and are the type of hood where they don't do drive-by's they do walk-by's. in bmore some blocks are okay but some look really crazy with dilapidated buildings boarded up, garbage all in the street. you'll be fine as long as you act right but if you start steppin on peoples toes ur gonna get in a wreck

i'd say at this point there's no point in doint anything, it just might catch me a charge. This dude live in the suburbs and i generally don't like doing certain things there. For some reason i'm scared i'll get fucked over in the burbs cuz the cops are different.

I think the reason i never actually did anything is because he was living with is parents and didn't even have a car so i would just be torching his parent's house.

 

are you serious.. this may sound retarded but i would honestly run in that house with guns drawn

 

thats how it is where i come from. people die around here for shit like that

 

not as extreme as you lot but. when was younger every saturday without fail my group of friends always went to a hill/field near us and get ratted on a 2.20 bottle of strongbow. this was a very big deal as we were only like 14/15/16. but as we were seen as the 'grudgers'. a group of older boys came and intimidated all of us in full tracksuits and masks. they were looking for one boy that wasn't friends with us, they were convinced it was ether on of us or he was going to turn up for an orgainsed figth of some sort.

this boy obviously didnt turn up, so they decided to beat the shit out the majority of my mates (luckily not me as i dragged 2 of my closest mates to the kebab, as i knew something bad was goign to happen). when we came back one of my mates was concuss from being hit round the head with a hammer. another only 13 at the time was in a local plub cleaning his face from all of his own blood. and everyone else had split.

oh that was a good night! NAAAT