Oh god the things I used to do back around 16-20 for weed.
The usual texting everyone you know, asking them to ask their friends, calling people you don't like. "ill call you back if I hear anything", then calling them back every hour.. "yo man... just wondering if you forgot about me"
The dumbest single pickup was probably when I was about 19, my sister a couple years younger, was in a phase where she was hanging out with some.. less than desirable guys. I asked her if she knew anyone one night, she gave me the number of a guy she and her friends hungout with, from about 15-20 miles away.
Let's not beat around the bush, we were white from a nice rural area, they were black guys from a shitty innercity area. I'd only met them a few times and they were nice enough and would smoke with us and had some good stuff.
It's like 10pm on a weeknight and I get off the phone with her friend after him giving me directions to his place (no gps, 10+ years ago) so I'm driving around these shitty one way streets and all that (not used to any of that being from a real rural area) looking at directions on a piece of paper. Come up to his place, hes waiting out front with a big blunt already smoking, hops in my car and continues smoking it. We're in some industrial area of the 'city' area and he starts telling me which turns to take. We end up at some projects basically. A big sea of brick apartment buildings. As we pull in, we are approached by about 5 guys, all black dudes except one fat white guy. They just open my doors and start pushing their way in my car just sayin "wutup". it's a 2 door car so they're just jamming their way in.
One of the guys behind me just says drive...
So here we go, I'm gonna get robbed by some guys faintly know my little sister.
We;re driving around the projects at like 11pm, me the clean cut looking white guy, and a bunch of.. well honestly... guys that look like they'd be extras in a rap video.
I ask for 1/8, they all start laughing. Fat white guy pulls out one of those pound ziplock bags, FULL of "dimes". there must have been at least a hundred of those little tiny bags. I ashed what they weighed, they laughed again and said "10 a piece". Ended up getting 7 for $60 I think. Stuffed them into the floor board and got the fuck out of there after dropping sisters friend back home.
The reason I picked this story to share was the last part.
After that whole fucking mission..anxiety at a 10 the whole time. I finally get back to my buddies house (where we always smoked), it's probably almost midnight by this time. I went through all this trouble in the first place because we were all dry.. little did i know.. dick head friend was holding out.. the whole fucking time I'm gone getting bud, that I was going to share with them, they were hanging out smoking the bud he already had. I get to his houe and the 2 of them are sitting there burning one and ask me if I want a hit.
I think I smoked every bit of those 7 "dimes" alone. And have become much more of a solo smoker ever since. I can understand bogarting in some situations, but your friend is about to make a 2 hour journey into the shitty fucking metropolis for some questionable weed at like 10-11pm on a week night and you just let him do it? all thr while you have a sack?