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I can remember when I started high school not really having many friends where I lived. We had moved again to a new neighborhood and the kids who lived there were from much lower income families and I just didn't like any of them. I would still hang out with Jared and Mark but they both went to different schools and lived far away. I would buy as much weed as I could from Carl and we'd spend the weekends at Jared's mom or dads house. He had a younger sister who's friends would sometimes spend the weekend too and we'd flirt with them and drink/smoke.

When we would go to Jared's moms the kids around there would pay 2x as much for weed as anywhere else I knew because it was way out in the country. I guess it was just a lot harder to get or whatever because they would be happy to pay it. I didn't really consider myself a drug dealer but more or less just selling what I could and having more to smoke for myself. I remember Jared just bringing people to me because he was my friend or maybe he would do them favors so they would hook him up during the week when I wasn't around I don't know. There was a few older guys who had graduated high school already who were more savvy and wanted to buy bigger quantities. Jared would take them to meet Carl, get the money and bring back the weed to them. He would overcharge them as well as just stealing some of the weed. They would complain it was always short but kept buying it anyways.

The first time I ever came close to being arrested was with those guys. They would regularly do acid and one night they hit up Jared and said they needed to meet with Carl. They pick me and Jared up and they are both tripping. We meet with Carl, Jared gets out with the money and brings the weed back after a few minutes. So the driver takes the weed which was 8 ounces or so and pulls a few grams out and puts it into a cigarette cellophane. The rest he stuffs into a removable panel underneath the parking brake. He takes off down the road and I guess because they are so ****ed up they start talking about what they are going to do in the event of getting pulled over. They decide if the cops pull them over they will willingly hand over the small bag in hopes that they won't search the hidden compartment. They start smoking in the car on the way back to the apartment. Sure enough we see the blue lights and the car is filled with smoke. The cop comes to the driver side door, asks for his license and registration. He asks where we were going and if we had any drugs in the car. The driver says yes and hands the bag to the cop and explains that he was the only one smoking and his friends didn't do drugs. The cop asked if he had anything else in the car and he handed over a bong from the glove box. The cop says to wait here and he'd be right back. He's gone for a while and we are ****ting bricks. He returns with his clipboard and gives him two tickets, one for possession and one for paraphernalia and gives him his court date. He said the driver wouldn't be allowed to drive home because he was under the influence so he could tow the car or one of us could drive it. As we were driving away the cop was smashing the plastic bong on the side of the road with his boot.

High school daze

Before I had a car I had to take the bus to school. It was a really long walk from my house to the bus stop and I would have a joint rolled every morning before I left. I was always paranoid about my teachers knowing I was high so I would use visine and put on cologne before first period. The kids at the bus stop could see I was high and people around the neighborhood found out I had weed.

After school there was basically always someone who wanted to get weed. The kids around the neighborhood didn't have much money though. What it amounted to was a lot of people coming to my house all the time buying small quantities. Like 3 people coming by after school to buy $20 etc. I definitely wasn't making any real money but I didn't care. I always had weed to smoke and I liked being the man around there.

Once my reach expanded to the wealthier neighborhoods I had to get around. I always had someone to drive me even after I got my drivers license. So I didn't ride the bus anymore I'd just ride home with whoever was gonna be making the rounds with me. I had to get a pager so people could contact me when I wasn't home.

Better clientele meant better weed. I started getting two kinds of weed, one with seeds and one without. The kind bud costs about 3x as much and that's all I would smoke.

Tom was the driver I used the most. He was connected with all the rich kids and brought a lot of people to me. I would front him weed and he always owed me money so he was under my thumb. We were friends but I definitely took advantage of him. He also knew all the hot girls in our school and introduced me to them.

One day he came by my house after school with 3 girls from another school and another guy who was a grade below us named Matt. They got whatever they came over to get and then hung out for a while smoking blunts. Two of the girls were sisters and he was talking to one of them. The other one hooked up with me that day.
Her name was Robin and she had told me she was a virgin. I lied to her and told her I wasn't and slept with her within the first couple weeks after meeting her. We started going out and she would come to my house everyday after school. Weekends would consist of Robin and her sister hanging out with me and Tom going to parties or whatever. We got them smoking weed all the time and we'd give them pills and shrooms/acid on the weekends and they'd stay the night out. They would tell their parents they were staying over at a friends house and stay with us instead.

One night my parents were out of town. Me and Robin had gone somewhere and left Tom and his girl at my house. When we got back they were both sitting on the couch. They had taken some GHB and Robins sister was completely unconscious. I tried to wake her up but she was out like a light. When I tried to move her she threw up in her mouth and I had to scoop the food out so she could breathe. I told Tom we had to take her to the hospital. I drove because Tom was completely ****ed up and I dropped them off at the ER. She had to have her stomach pumped but she was fine the next day.

good read, thanks for sharing! Subscribed, GL in 2016

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really awesome stories and decent results so far OP,keep it up!
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Will part 2

Will lived with his mother and 3 siblings in the suburbs. He was on parole and had to go to PO meetings, there was some counselor who would drop by the house at random times too. This didn't stop him from partying all the time and selling drugs. He was connected with a guy who had Coke, pills, ketamine and the best weed I had ever seen. He would get everything fronted to him.

The weed he could get was special strains that each had different names. Once I got that I could never go back to smoking the weed I was getting before. One of his favorite things to do to people was to fill up a gravity bong hit with crack or PCP and let them smoke it thinking it was weed. Everyone would die laughing and he usually wouldn't tell them at all.

The women he would have over were ok with group sex a lot of the time. I was afraid to sleep with any woman after him because he had told me he slept with over 100 women and I was paranoid about STDs. Once me Will and two other guys picked up two girls and parked his SUV out in a field. Each of those 3 guys had sex with both girls. They called one of them bucket head skeet and verbally abused her the whole time. They were making fun of me for not joining in, I told them I didn't wanna cheat on my girlfriend.

He had a violent reputation and it allowed him to control everyone. He loved to pull his pistol out and just watch people cower in fear. Everyone I knew was deathly afraid of him and people treated me differently because they knew we were friends. Any time his name was mentioned people chose their words very carefully if I was within earshot.

Ectasy was huge back then and DC had a lot of clubs that were 18+ and people would do pills and Ketamine. In the club pills sold for $20+ and we were getting them for ~$3 or so. High school kids would buy them but it wasn't an everyday thing. People might get a few for the weekend or whatever. Guys who were selling drugs were the ones buying them the most. Will's guy went to prison for coke distribution and left a ton of pills for him to sell while he was away so he was the man for a while.

He would shoot up Ketamine all the time and that just made him really out there. When you shoot up a bunch of tranquilizers you don't know who or where you are. Anytime he had a bunch of drugs/money out he always had a pistol within arms reach. I can remember some instances where he was so high off K and waving guns around and pointing it at people that I was legitimately scared for my life. His mom would walk in on him passed out with needles laying out. She'd complain and say he was going to burn the house down with a cigarette.

He loved to steal from drug dealers. Anyone who had anything was on high alert dealing with him or anyone who might be associated with him. You basically had no choice but meet him and just risk it if he knew you had anything. A lot of guys would just try to keep him from finding out they were selling. Another thing he would do is go after people who had robbed someone else for drugs or money. So if he heard that someone got robbed by so and so, he would find that person and say that everything belonged to him and he wanted it back. They would give it to him and he would just keep it all or give some back to the guy who got robbed if they were friends.

One time after school I had a couple friends over at my house and we were smoking. Will comes by wearing a swim suit and no shirt. He asks one of my friends if he was packing a gun. He says no and laughs. Will says he can see his gun and he wants to see it. My friend admits to having a gun but says he doesn't wanna show it to him. Will demanded to see it and threatened to take it from him. He hands it over and Will tells him he shouldn't carry a gun if you're not willing to use it and he's gonna keep it since he doesn't know what to do with it anyway. My moms boyfriend came home while all this is happening and Will didn't have any place to hide the gun because of what he was wearing. He handed it back to the guy and told him he was lucky and he was gonna take it later if he saw him with it again. The guy left while he could.

Soon after he gave me a very good deal on the gun because he wanted to get rid of it. I think he was afraid of Will's threat and figured he was going to try to take it again. I kept it in my room in the pocket of one of my coats in the closet. One day I came home and my mom said she found a magazine to a pistol laying on the floor and asked me why I had it. I told her I got it from a friend of mine and I thought it was cool. I went into my room and discovered the gun was gone. I looked and everything else I had was still there. A couple weeks later I got a call from the guy that sold it to me and he asked me why I was talking to the cops. I told him I hadn't spoken to anyone and I didn't know what he was talking about. He said the cops just left his house and told him that he had sold it to me. The gun was stolen in an armed robbery at a pawn shop and they were investigating it. I told him they were lying but he didn't believe me and hung up. I went to Will's house later that day and told him about it. He said he had gone into my house looking for money/drugs to steal and only found the gun. He traded it to his connection for drugs and then he gave it to the guy above him. That guys house got raided for conspiracy to sell E-pills and the only thing they found was money and that gun. He was already on parole so he told on the guy who gave it to him. That guy was so afraid of Will that he snitched on me and gave the cops the name of the guy I got it from and left Will out entirely. I guess they didn't bother talking to me since they knew who I got it from anyway.

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Will sounds like a lot of my old friends. Most of which are either in jail or dead, RIP

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Dude, I came for the poker, but I'm staying for the stories.

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Cool to see you've dug out after a bumpy start. Crush it this year!

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This will be a good one. Good luck OP

Swongssss. Do you play more than one session a day or do you sometime post a couple different days back to back ?

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I usually just play one session/day. If the game is bad or I'm tired or tilted sometimes I'll leave and come back but it's not often(last night was one of those instances). I've been updating this thread after every session.

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Matt

Matt was a year younger than me in high school. Tom would give me and him a ride to school every morning and we would always take bowl hits on the way. He was crazy about ecstasy and would spend all the money he had on it. It wasn't out of the ordinary to see him drop 6 pills or more in one night. His room was in the basement of his parents house and he had a separate entrance. There was always kids over there on the weekends getting high/drunk and he knew all the younger girls from his grade so I'd hang out there sometimes.

He worked at the supermarket with his mom right by his house and had all kinds of scams going there. Besides just stealing merchandise and selling it he would have his friends come through the line and not ring up items at his cash register. The girl who was in charge of the cash office had been madly in love with him for years and I think she just looked the other way so he wouldn't get fired. He was always trying to sell beer and cigarettes or trade stuff for drugs. I started smoking about the time I got my drivers license and I had so many cartons of cigarettes that they would go stale because I could only fit so many in the freezer.

One day me him and Tom went over to Will's house for some reason. Matt had taken some kind of pharmaceutical pills and was drinking gold rush. It was a cheaper version of Goldschlager but it was 100 proof instead of 80. I heard the gold flakes makes cuts in one of your organs and make the alcohol absorb faster but I don't know if that's true. So this guy is popping pills, smoking weed and drinking liquor and he's totally ****ed up. Tom leaves to go someplace. We are all sitting outside and Will's older brother comes jogging back from the gym. He's into weightlifting and a pretty big guy. He asks what's wrong with Matt and we tell him. Next thing you know he just starts doing wrestling moves on him. He's picking him up and throwing him around on the gravel driveway like a rag doll. He wasn't really slamming him down too hard or anything but the rocks were scraping him up a bit. Will goes inside and starts leaving Tom threatening voicemails on his cellphone and spamming his pager to come pick Matt up and get him out of his house.

Tom comes pulling into the driveway and we load Matt into the back seat. He's a total mess. Now Matt had gotten into some trouble and had some type of curfew because he was on probation or something. Tom knew this and wanted to drop him off at the end of his driveway so his parents wouldn't know he was with us. I didn't like that idea so I said he could drop us off at my house. I get him into my room, plop him down on the floor and went to sleep. I'm woken up by sound of police radios and look up to see two cops standing over my bed. They tell me to stand up and are pointing flashlights at me. They ask me all kinds of questions. Where were you? What kind of drugs did he take? I told them he was drunk and took some pills but I didn't know what kind. I look over and EMTs are taking him out on a stretcher. I vaguely remember the conversation between me and the police but they left after grilling me for a bit. My mom yelled at me for a while and I went back to sleep. It turns out he had alcohol poisoning and they had to pump his stomach. I can't remember his blood alcohol content. His mom called his probation officer when he didn't come home for curfew and they went through the caller ID at home for phone #s of places he might be. When they called my house my mom came in to check and see if he was there and they sent cops right over.

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Jason

The last two years I was in high school I was dating Robin. She went to a different school so I was able to meet a bunch of people from that area. I knew everyone who was selling drugs in her school and this one kid named Jason was one of them. Robin told me he had a crush on her and would try to talk to with her at school and at parties. He never did anything out of line but I detested him because I knew he liked her. He came across as kind of soft and was small for his age. The times I dealt with him he gave me sucker prices and that just pissed me off even more. I can't remember what pushed me over the edge but at some point I decided I was going to take everything I could from him. If someone stole from you and you didn't do anything it was open season. He wasn't big time, I didn't care about the money I just wanted to humiliate him.

The first time I got him was pretty easy. I told him I wanted to get some pills and we agreed on the amount and price etc. He told me to drive down the road into his neighborhood and he'd be walking down the street. I had two guys with me, one driver and someone else who was down with this sort of thing. So we come down the street and he's walking by himself down the sidewalk. He motions for us to follow him and he walks into this dark empty parking lot(lol). We park the car and all get out. They immediately grab him and he's struggling trying to run away. They empty his pockets and get what he brought for us plus whatever other money and drugs he had on him. When they let him loose he lost one of his shoes, didn't bother picking it up and just kept running. We died laughing on the way back.

The 2nd time wasn't so easy because I couldn't contact him anymore. I had someone else I knew tell him what they wanted to get and he agreed to meet them behind a local gas station. So this time me and the same two cohorts showed up at the gas station in a different car and waited. The guy helping us was supposed to park in the same vicinity. Once Jason got in the passenger seat to do the deal our friend was gonna honk the horn once he knew he had it on him to signal for one of us to rush the car. Jason pulls up on time and backs into the space in an old pickup truck. We are slumped in our seats and we watch him roll down the window and start talking to our friend. They chat for a bit but he doesn't get out of the truck. Next thing you know we hear a honk. We assume he's refusing to get out of the truck so one of my guys gets out and rushes his driver side door. Jason is frantically trying to put the truck in drive and they are wrestling with the gear selector. Somehow it ends up in neutral and the truck starts rolling backwards towards an embankment. He gets it back in park and pulls him out and flat on his back on the asphalt. He goes through his pockets and hits the glove box before running back to the car.

Mark was my friend from the mall when I was younger and we had stayed in touch throughout high school. I'd talk to him about Jason and we both agreed that he would only go out to meet people by himself for smaller amounts and surely his parents house was going to be the main stash. The problem was he was at school during the day and his parents were there during the evening. Showing up there when the place was empty would be useless because he'd have to keep everything well hidden from his parents. We thought about the times he'd be there alone and how we could catch him there by himself. Mark realized that during snowstorms sometimes school would get canceled but his parents might still go to work. It seemed like the best way to go.

Finally the day had come where we had enough snow that his school was canceled. Mark had a pair of handcuffs and a mini-baseball bat he had gotten from a minor league game. His plan was to get him hooked up to something and get him to tell where it was hidden. He had never seen Mark before so we were banking on him opening the front door. He was wearing ski goggles and a beanie. We parked the car far away and walked to the house on foot. I showed him which house it was but didn't come close. Mark rang the doorbell and Jason looked out the window then scurried up the steps. We assumed he had either spotted me from a distance or was paranoid about opening the door for strangers when he was home alone so we left.