There is a lil topic on the "coke board" about personal views on the "DEALERS". OF YEAH I HAVE VIEWS ON THIS!. I did not post my view there. I wanted to post the question here. Did you ever wanna beat up your dealer? ever blame them? What are your views on it?. I can only say my personal view on this. I do wanna hear what others think about this. For me when I 1st knew i was addicted, I made a promise to myself that i'ld never show another soul this suffering. Partly because i resent the person who showed me!. I was friends ...close friends with my usual dealer. I still feel selling it is....more wrong then doing it. Why...because selling it to profit off anothers sickness is wrong. Using it is a addiction "a flaw". My usual dealer was a african american had a wife two kids past Felon record "it's hard to get a job with a record". I know why he sold he was not A user but, that don't make it okay. I do hate him "i might be totally wrong in that" I feel had he known what he was selling to me "the sickness" he would not have done it. It's so exploiting of a illness to sell to a addict. I'm not sure if i see this thru distorted eyes or not. I have a cousin spent years in prison for dealing coke he looks down on me "he never was a user" i told him before he was a much sicker person then me he sold sickness he broke up more people more family's then he'ld ever know. He can call me junkie he is a much lower life form. Is it that common to BLAME the dealer? is it another way to deny your own role in the game..you know pass the blame? What are your thought about the dealers? the users?
To tell ya the truth, I never had any thoughts - good or bad , when it came to the people dealing- except ,who had the better stuff, and who might give me credit.
Not thier fault-some used -some didnt
- some black,some white ,some spanish-
The only thing that got to me a little is when they were 12 or 13 years old kids selling for some old bastar* who couldnt take another bust.
Most were strangers ,some I knew from years ago- - but no , I personally never even thought about blaming them or even cared that they peddeled posion .
Now adays I get a little pisse* off when I see that everything I work my a** off for , and take time to save for- - they get in 1 or 2 days with blood money.
However,thats the way it goes.- I guess they figure the rewards are worth the risks. Its a business- a dirty business,but a business.
its about supply and demand,
jack
Not thier fault-some used -some didnt
- some black,some white ,some spanish-
The only thing that got to me a little is when they were 12 or 13 years old kids selling for some old bastar* who couldnt take another bust.
Most were strangers ,some I knew from years ago- - but no , I personally never even thought about blaming them or even cared that they peddeled posion .
Now adays I get a little pisse* off when I see that everything I work my a** off for , and take time to save for- - they get in 1 or 2 days with blood money.
However,thats the way it goes.- I guess they figure the rewards are worth the risks. Its a business- a dirty business,but a business.
its about supply and demand,
jack
What's the worse? A dealer who uses. Man, you know something is going to get hairy. They're the ones always lectured ya too. Time to stop! Pffffffftttttt, and what? They were also the ones y'ad get shot at faster around. Just my experiences though.
I agree with, Jack. Supply and demand. I don't envy them for a second. I recall being mighty angry they bought their Lexus or whatever with my money. Really angry when they'd make ya wait for over an hour and come pulling up with a dang Escalade filled to the rim with Christmas gifts for their kids, and us stupid heads were scrounging for a lousy $20.00 and no gifts for our families.
Hey, that was on me though. I do know many families blame the dealers. I can understand that. However they don't know just how dangerous that is. It's their livlihood. They live off that loot.
The kids. The lookouts. Well, alot of times they come from impoverished areas. Now you can make $1,200 a day just riding your bicycle and doling out dope? Then ya go home and your mom's got Mac and Cheese again for day 20 in a row. I mean I can see why them kids do it as well. It's the system, it's life, it's a harsh reality.
I can say I hated them dang dealers when I was using. All saying they'd meet ya in twenty minutes. Always was twenty minutes. That was the script. Just like they read it off a script in a play. Pffffffffffffffffffffffff, naw son you mean two hours or what? They got ya by the stones and know it, and you'll wait.
One time the meanest dude made me and Tres wait in a snowstorm. Like this weather right now. Told us twenty minutes, and ya know after a half hour we call, and no answer, and then a voicemail, and then "Yo, why you calling me so many times?" Soooooooooo, I say in all my Bryness Brilliance............
That's a direct abuse of power he's weilding............FINALLY our boy comes....
don't she say "Ya know you are abusing your power!"
Yeah she did..............come on is that NUTS???????? Yeah she did as if a dealer gave a lousy crap what we thought, felt, or if we froze to death!
It's a business, ZG. If they don't do it someone else will, and oh like you I NEVER EVER EVER introduced someone to that poison and I NEVER will!
That right there is the wrongest of the wrongs on earth and I know I would burn in hell for that and deserve it.
I agree with, Jack. Supply and demand. I don't envy them for a second. I recall being mighty angry they bought their Lexus or whatever with my money. Really angry when they'd make ya wait for over an hour and come pulling up with a dang Escalade filled to the rim with Christmas gifts for their kids, and us stupid heads were scrounging for a lousy $20.00 and no gifts for our families.
Hey, that was on me though. I do know many families blame the dealers. I can understand that. However they don't know just how dangerous that is. It's their livlihood. They live off that loot.
The kids. The lookouts. Well, alot of times they come from impoverished areas. Now you can make $1,200 a day just riding your bicycle and doling out dope? Then ya go home and your mom's got Mac and Cheese again for day 20 in a row. I mean I can see why them kids do it as well. It's the system, it's life, it's a harsh reality.
I can say I hated them dang dealers when I was using. All saying they'd meet ya in twenty minutes. Always was twenty minutes. That was the script. Just like they read it off a script in a play. Pffffffffffffffffffffffff, naw son you mean two hours or what? They got ya by the stones and know it, and you'll wait.
One time the meanest dude made me and Tres wait in a snowstorm. Like this weather right now. Told us twenty minutes, and ya know after a half hour we call, and no answer, and then a voicemail, and then "Yo, why you calling me so many times?" Soooooooooo, I say in all my Bryness Brilliance............
That's a direct abuse of power he's weilding............FINALLY our boy comes....
don't she say "Ya know you are abusing your power!"
Yeah she did..............come on is that NUTS???????? Yeah she did as if a dealer gave a lousy crap what we thought, felt, or if we froze to death!
It's a business, ZG. If they don't do it someone else will, and oh like you I NEVER EVER EVER introduced someone to that poison and I NEVER will!
That right there is the wrongest of the wrongs on earth and I know I would burn in hell for that and deserve it.
the first thing you learn is you always gotta wait "so true". It was always 20 mins here to.... always! 20 mins dope boy time = about 2 hours. I get the supply and demand ..."no need no dealers. " I get totally why they would do it expecially the younger kids who come from broken homes. I'm sure no one has the answer to fix the problem. I was just a lil curious how people felt about the topic. Good input guys.
Well, I dealt heroin, and I guess I was as much of a pain in the arse as any other dealer. I did it to support my habit, and I never had any Lexus! I used to go to work to support my habit, but a major smack habit and an office job don't mix, and one of them has to give, and it was the job. But as a dealer I had the same problems as anybody else. Yeah, I had people waiting on me, but it was me hauling my sorry arse over to England 4 times a week to bring the s*** over the bridge. And I had to wait, clucking my tits off at times for hours. Sooo, after a bit, I learned. Never sell your last two bags. So I guess I could have been accused of sitting on it whilst others suffered, but like I said. They didn't have to drive 200 miles to get the s***. And when I was selling, I got ripped off by punters, so I didn't have much sympathy. Nobody got sorted till it was all bagged up. I didn't want my house full of junkies nagging me whilst I had the gear out. And it took time. You try bagging an oz of heroin in 0.1g bags. It takes a while. And I'm certainly not gonna do it whilst I'm clucking, so I sort myself out first. But my bags were always on weight, and I only ever cut it if I'd had it laid on and it wasn't up to weight. I had my bills to pay, and the people I dealt with weren't the sort you wanted to owe money to. I never got rich off dealing. I only ever made enough to scrape by. After I'd deducted my own gear from what I had, and paid my transport costs, I was normally operating at a loss.
I certainly don't blame any dealers or anybody else for my habit. Yeah, they might be ringing you offering you the best gear on the planet and the best prices just coz they know you're doing a cluck, but NOBODY made me stick that needle in my arm. We're all responsible for our own lives, and it's just passing the buck if you blame your dealer for your habit. I did things I wasn't proud of, but everybody with a habit knows, it's dog eat dog out there, and I'm a survivor, first and foremost.
Anyway, the stress of dealing damned near killed me. Having my door kicked down by the law every couple of weeks, being stopped in my car whenever I went out. It made me a nervous wreck. Plus I had to deal with really heavy people who really put the screws on me. It was my windows being put through, me getting the death threats. It wasn't any fun you know. Not by the end.
so that's my views.
love
Diff xxx
I certainly don't blame any dealers or anybody else for my habit. Yeah, they might be ringing you offering you the best gear on the planet and the best prices just coz they know you're doing a cluck, but NOBODY made me stick that needle in my arm. We're all responsible for our own lives, and it's just passing the buck if you blame your dealer for your habit. I did things I wasn't proud of, but everybody with a habit knows, it's dog eat dog out there, and I'm a survivor, first and foremost.
Anyway, the stress of dealing damned near killed me. Having my door kicked down by the law every couple of weeks, being stopped in my car whenever I went out. It made me a nervous wreck. Plus I had to deal with really heavy people who really put the screws on me. It was my windows being put through, me getting the death threats. It wasn't any fun you know. Not by the end.
so that's my views.
love
Diff xxx
Ya know we should write a novella. Well, no a plain old book cause I think a novel is fiction.
Diff, in her super-de-duper dope rouge days..........Herogirl and her trials of all things drugs in her town.......me being a nit-wit, and Ms. Tres stealing the extra bag the creep gave me one time.......ohhhhhhhhh I trusted her.......haaaaaaa!
Oh yeah Shirley and her Trans Am on the Cinder blocks, and Jack wanting to move to a warm place........Davey wit that hampster and Robbie and his artistic self to decorate the halls we would reside in.
O.K. we need a title...........nah, no dang dealer was the cause of my dope habit!
I'mmma get a part for everyone here in our book! Titles!!!!! GYAC can be the ghostwriter as he has good grammar!
Diff, in her super-de-duper dope rouge days..........Herogirl and her trials of all things drugs in her town.......me being a nit-wit, and Ms. Tres stealing the extra bag the creep gave me one time.......ohhhhhhhhh I trusted her.......haaaaaaa!
Oh yeah Shirley and her Trans Am on the Cinder blocks, and Jack wanting to move to a warm place........Davey wit that hampster and Robbie and his artistic self to decorate the halls we would reside in.
O.K. we need a title...........nah, no dang dealer was the cause of my dope habit!
I'mmma get a part for everyone here in our book! Titles!!!!! GYAC can be the ghostwriter as he has good grammar!
Yes&no..i know were Diff is comin from..coz i did a lil bit of dealing over the yrs...no Lexus either..just a bicycle&a mobile..but some dealers i knew were nearly just as addicted to the (job)of dealing&the inherant power..than taking the drug..itself.Its all supply&demand&smack is sumthin ya dont have to force on anyone..the demand is virtually eternal..nature of the drug i suppose.Its no holiday either ..once i got into some coke dealing in ounces&met some very nasty characters..did o.k for 6mnth. but eventually got ripped off at the point of a blade..so enough of that.I was to soft really coz to make it at the Life ya gotta be one pretty cold calculating sort,i was forever letting folk off with a few quid..on the never...yeh when someone becomes an addict&get to know the ways..doin some dealing to cover yerself..doesnt seem like a bad prospect compared to other avenues,who gets arrested more?jus street leval dealers..the big boys got it sewn up.Yep some dealers ive known over the years are nuthin but the lowest..but in the topst turvey world of addiction a lot of us get caught up....bad..n...sad.Take care all...Davey
A dealer who doesn't use what he sells profits from the misery of others!
Most dealers I knew also used, though. My old man is addicted to the lifestyle of a dealer. He loves it. He just can't help it. You can see the gleam in his eyes when a deal starts coming together. I dealt to support my habit but more often than not, I was in the red. I knew alot of dealers and I guess I had a lot of street cred, so when guys were looking to cop, they came to me and I made it happen. For a price. For a few years, I laid in bed, sick every morning, waiting for someone to call, looking to cop 'cause I couldn't get straight until I sold something. It was a he$$ of a way to live! I never cheated anybody, though. Not unless they had cheated me and it was payback time. There was this one ITCH though. She sold k-4s. They're worth $25 and she charged $50. If she knew there was nothing else around, she charged $60. I hated dealers who profited off of sickness! There were only a few of us bringing H in. I charged a decent price but most everybody else made 500% profit! It's a 10 hr. drive to cop H. though. I heard it's everywhere now. I'm glad I'm out of the game.
Most dealers I knew also used, though. My old man is addicted to the lifestyle of a dealer. He loves it. He just can't help it. You can see the gleam in his eyes when a deal starts coming together. I dealt to support my habit but more often than not, I was in the red. I knew alot of dealers and I guess I had a lot of street cred, so when guys were looking to cop, they came to me and I made it happen. For a price. For a few years, I laid in bed, sick every morning, waiting for someone to call, looking to cop 'cause I couldn't get straight until I sold something. It was a he$$ of a way to live! I never cheated anybody, though. Not unless they had cheated me and it was payback time. There was this one ITCH though. She sold k-4s. They're worth $25 and she charged $50. If she knew there was nothing else around, she charged $60. I hated dealers who profited off of sickness! There were only a few of us bringing H in. I charged a decent price but most everybody else made 500% profit! It's a 10 hr. drive to cop H. though. I heard it's everywhere now. I'm glad I'm out of the game.
