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21 Sketchy Drug Deals That Are Scary AF

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Ended up driving a friend of a friend around Minneapolis for an hour while he tried to repay some gangsta Mexican mofo via hooking him up with an 8 ball bought from another ghetto. Ended up being wet (for extra weight) so a full on yelling argument ensues between a Mexican who hardly speaks English and a black guy and this guy who knows my friend in my car. Figured we were even after this dude almost got me shot.

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My wife and I were in Puerto Rico last year, and were put in a very dangerous situation trying to buy a $20 of pot. We were told by a dude we met on the street that we could walk with him into an area he described as “not dangerous” to grab it. As we got to the spot where he would have us wait a street junkie/pusher came up and started harassing us in Spanish. Our dude decided to go get it, leaving us to deal with this f*cked up guy. He kept yelling in our face in horrible, broken Spanish til our guy came back with the herb. We were scared sh*tless, in the slums, thinking we were about to get murdered in the attempt to acquire herb, as the obnoxious guy continued to follow us, yelling at the top of his lungs the whole time. We finally got out of there with our lives and our little sacks of herb.

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One evening after picking up from a dispensary in the SF tenderloin I ended up chatting with a guy and smoking him out. At some point he goes, “hey man… Do you smoke crack?” I reply “nah…” and he responds “yeah.. I didn’t think so” We ended up talking about the time he’d spent in SF and how he ended up getting into the drug trade and it really opened my eyes.

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I was in a meth house (because they have good weed for come downs) I would go to to visit friends. This meth house had two feisty pitbulls. On one occasion, there were a few other tweakers over. This was the first time I’d actually seen meth. So one of these guys pulls out a bag of meth while were smoking a blunt but instead of taking a hit himself, he grabs the pitbull, puts the meth under its tongue, grabs more, meth, puts that in its nose, and finally, takes a fat ass meth hit from a pipe, blows it in a bag, holds the bag up to the dog’s face, and pushes all the smoke out into the pitbull. The dog was up for two days and I never heard from him again because there was rumor that he was an informant for meth rings and there was a price on his head or something.

Written by Irvi Torremoro

Irvi Torremoro is an Austinite by way of Las Vegas. She's worked in various outlets in food & beverage and is now focused on writing, eating all the things, talking about Beyonce, and petting all the puppies. She runs flavorandbounty.com, a lifestyle blog about people in the service industry.