I was on the opposite end my clients were garbage tbh. I'm not saying they're literal waste, but soo fucking sad. Always gotta be a sob story about how they're out of pills, they're gonna go through withdrawals and need money.

Try making me feel sorry and front them, so I will. I'll throw them a few pinks, all of a sudden I'm their BFF. The front I gave them aint gonna last them so they go get more fronts from other's.

Deadline comes up time to hand over cash, they waltz over looking miserable. They slowly hand me the cash in 1s and explain how this front they're paying me back is it taking food out their mouth because now they're broke. So of course they can't buy anymore and withdrawals. Then water-works they have a few job interviews, as soon as they get their first check they'll pay me extra if I can front again.

Man I literally felt soo fucking bad for sad my clients were. So one day similar scenario dude I'm in the dude's car and he's crying handing me over what he owes. I reached into my pocker grabbed the whole bottle and dumped all the pills in his hand. This dude was ready to start sucking my dick but I didn't want any of that.

That day, I walked away from selling pills for good. Just up like that. Man my phone got blown the fuck up over the next 3 weeks. Angry messages, sad messages, people saying they have my moneu they owe. I did not want to see any of these people again. Fuck the money I'm not dealing with that shit.

I'm not saying all opiate addicts are like this, but in my super-low income area everyone is struggling to keep their head above water. I don't want to be taking money that these poor bastards don't have, because while they're paying my front in cash they probably have to suck off the next dude because I have the cash that they needed.

Fuck all that slangin shit, I'll work for money.