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21 Sketchy Drug Deals That Are Scary AF

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Got robbed for 2 zips by a bunch of Oxy fiends/tweakers with knives. An old friend got into some sketchy drugs, asked me to hook him up so he could start selling, went to drop off. He invited me in to chill, on the way after we passed a corner in his complex like ten dudes were there waiting. I knew he felt bad and probably owed money himself, and I knew he was into sh*t he didn’t want to be in. They got all the weed, but so grateful they didn’t steal my wallet because I had just made another sell and had 5-700 bucks in my back pocket. That’s all I cared about because the weed was dirt cheap from the source anyway.

14.

Friends and I got pulled over immediately after smoking a quarter of chronic. The cops kept asking for the weed, but all we could do is laugh as we smoked it all. Driver got busted for being careless and having his scale.

15.

Went to give one of my best friends an OC80 (originals) and met him in his neighborhood very close to his house. He hops in the car with his legs swung out towards the outside with the door open. I immediately knew something was up. When I asked for the money, he pulls out a magnum. As I said, one of my BEST friends at the time. I knew he would at least hesitate before he shot me if he was going to and my side door was open. I dive out and start chasing down cars. The cars that I stop and plea for help with speed the f*ck off. I run towards his house, knowing that his parents (who he was living with at the time) would destroy him for even having a gun. End up at his neighbor’s house when he shows up behind me. I run up on the porch, he puts his gun away. “F*CK MAN, you’re gonna get the cops called!” he yelled, I tell him “I can eat all my sh*t, good luck eating the gun!” By this point his neighbors are on the porch looking at us like we’re mad. I yell “GO HOME SEAN. GO THE F*CK HOME” He obeys, I drive off.

16.

The only place in my hometown that anyone can seem to buy pills from is a house on the outskirts of town. It looks normal, and kind of is. Except that each time we go there, someone has to smoke crack with the guys dad that lives there. They’re paranoid about people coming and going, so each time you have to stay for a couple hours and someone in your party has to spark up a rock with this emaciated 55 year old guy. It’s f*cking weird and miserable every time.

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.