A friend of mine recently got strung out on oxycontin. He tried to sell me a short bag of weed the other day. I refused to buy it, because while it was very good pot, I had about a quarter pound of pretty good pot already. He started getting all emotional when I called him out for trying to short me, so I left after telling him that there’s no need to get all emotional about me not letting him short my bag, when the real reason he’s upset it because he’s got the dirties.
I left and smoked 2 blunts of my own, thus transferring his mojo to me.
Most crack dealers sell the stuff but are too smart to actually take it: very few do where I live, if any - they are all about making money, but most probably take sniff and blaze, and a few only blaze.
They laugh at the crack-addicts for being addicts/doing anything to get the money to buy the crack (prostitution, robbing, stealing, begging, blow-jobs) but they are the ones selling the shit to them in the first place - how many times have I heard a dealer say ‘if I don’t sell it to them someone else will’
I’ve never heard of a crack-dealer who takes the shit, here: they laugh at the fuckers they sell that shit to, and don’t care if they are ruining lives for their own selfish gain…
Nearly every dealer here is successful/rolling in dough, as user’s are at an all time high: even business-men have been taking that shit to make their mundane lives more exciting.
Yesterday I committed a terrible crime against life (and just in case you’re worried, it wasn’t anything illegal). But like a Phoenix my spirit shall rise from the ashes and take its rightful place amongst the gods. Thus will I redeem myself.