i started smoking weed just like anyone else. it was a close group of friends, we would go up to one of the local colleges and smoke in a secluded parking lot, out of my buddies wooden pinchie, then go into the 24/7 computer lab and play counter strike and starcraft till the wee hours of the morning. that was my freshman/sophmore year of highschool.
that went on till about midway through my junior year of high school. our smoking became more frequent and soon found it better to buy in quantity and split the cost, more for your buck. this eventually evolved into buying and selling to break even, any pot smoker knows there is only one thing better than smoking, and thats smoking free weed. it was never really anything big at the time... back then an ounce was a lot, so much we didn't know what to do with.
senior year came and went, as did graduation, it was all pretty much a blur. between all the partying and time seeming to go so fast i really can't remember all that much of it. i ended up going to school about 50 miles from my home town, seperating a close group of friends. while i was gone, two of my close friends started selling again, call them derek and mark. they never got all that big, basically they were middle men, ''pinchers'' if you will. freshman year of college went pretty quick, i would go home on the weekends, hang out with my buds, pick up some dank and head back for the week.
this past summer is when things sort of started to get out of hand. we, myself derek and mark, had a friend, louis, who had been dealing x for a while. (mainly for financial reasons, he was from a different country and was really trying to help his family and himself out.) louis went down to the cities to pick up his weekly supply of rolls and got on the subject of weed with his supplier, when he came back he had a bag of pills and 1lb of pot, all fronted of course. he took the x and gave the lb to mark and derek to split up, sell and pay him, they were to keep whatever was left as profit or for them to smoke. this went on for a month or so, then progressivly bringing more weed back and less x (weed was easier to push at the time, atleast from what they were telling me).
towards the middle of july i moved into my own place with a friend from highschool and my roommate from my freshman year of college. this didn't change much, just a safe place to smoke with my buddies really. between then and december the amount of weed that was being brough back was progressivly becoming more and more. in the middle of november we kicked one of our roommates out, wasen't paying ect., and derek moved in. normally he wouldn't have been able to afford the bills and such but with the amount that was being push there was money for that and then some. this is pretty much when i got involved.
i had always been in the background, helping split everything up, bringing business, helping out where needed really. we'll now that we had 4 people involved it was agreed that more would be brought back. (at that time were talking around 5lbs).
december and winter break was a blur of road trips to the city, selling and getting high. we would smoke around a half an ounce a day, which was up from my normal dime-8th a day before derek moved in (obviously with all the weed around we started to smoke more and more).
during the second week of january louis was set up, twice, by one of his 'friends.' there was a wire, marked money, the whole deal, about two days after his apartment where he lived with his mother and brother was raided. he was charged with 6 felonys and 2 misdemenors (2 para chages, coke, x, two counts of selling, intent to distribute (scale/baggies) and possesion of mj, they found the roach of a joint in his garbage). he was held for 3 days, then we were able to post bail. we found him a laywer, contacted his guy in the cities and started up again, mainly to pay for his fees (expected to be around 7k). with the first trip down we made the money back for him, and plenty for us. somwhere it was decided that there was going to be another trip made, the cycle began again.
the beginning of feb. came pretty fast, times normally do when you spend all day driving around town selling. at this point we were able to push double what we had been during xmas break, the odd thing is, it's not hard to sell this much, it really sells itself. the money was ridiclous, i can't even begin to explaine how much money was being made on every run (usually two runs a week).
during the middle of feb mark called me up and said that we were supposed to go and pick up his brother. we pulled up in front of the his high school (our former) and waited till he came out. when marks bro got in the car he stopped for a second, then stuttered out "hey man... all those people say you guys are big dealers." the only think i could think of was "bad."
after i dropped both of them off i went home and started writing all my experiences with weed down. then i read over them and couldn't believe what i was reading. i couldn't begin to understand where i went wrong, where i went from innocent stoner in the parking lot to a 'dealer'. no one believes me when i tell them what was going on, when i was asking for help on what to do and how to make everything right. people don't believe that 95%, if not all, of the 'good' weed that came here went through my kitchen, they laugh. so i would lie, play it off like i was joking.
my whole life was a lie though. for the past 5 years it has been nothing but. i found myself lying to friends, my boss, teachers, my parents. this was the worst for me, i have always thought of myself as the most honest person, but i was the exact opposite. that afternoon i gave everthing that i had to derek, in terms of 'product'. i put all my para into a bag and gave it to a friend, i wished so hard that i would be able to wash my hands of all this, wake up the next morning and it would all be gone. was i wrong.
i still had people calling my phone weeks after i had said i wasen't dealing anymore. i've gone through two cell phones already trying to get away from everyone. i can't drive my truck around town without people following me around trying to get weed. but this isn't even the start of the real problems. our connection was curious as to why i wasen't around much anymore, despite what mark and derek would tell them, they didn't seem to believe. now, these guys have never been anything but nice to me, i've stayed at their homes many times, and spent plenty of time chillin with them, but the stories that i've heard make me cringe (read; people getting shot). i decided to call them and explaine that i didn't want to end up like louis, and didn't want to be part of this anymore, they still didn't believe me. i changed my phone number the next day, two days later they called me, how they got my number i don't know, but they said that they wern't worried, but were going to keep tabs on me for a while, just to be safe. great.
derek and mark still deal with them, as does louis, still pushing the same amounts, still making lots of money.
i figured that i was out of the woods once i got rid of everything and made to clear to my guys as to why i wouldn't be visting them anymore... but problems with my friends started to come up.
derek was selling more than ever, and wasen't being very safe. every time that i would try and talk to him about stopping while he still can was shot down, for some reason he believed he is tony montana.
mark has started to realize what is going on. now that we are getting closer to louis's final trial it's starting to set in more for him. he is starting to realize that he's been living a lie, and doing something that most people shun.
tonight i was going to the gym with mark, as we pulled into the parking lot we struck up a conversation about getting a house together this summer, i told him that i wasen't going to live there or with anyone that still deals. we talked about how he plans on stopping soon, he was going to finish up a few more runs, get some money to life off of for a while and be done with it all. then we started to talk about derek, and how we were going to get him to stop... since he dosent' listen to us, it seems the only way he would stop is if he was busted. shortly after mark said "don't worrie man, we'll come through, even if we have to leave derek behind". he stopped right after he said that, leave our best friend behind. i've known these guys since i started going to school, i can't imagine leaving someone let alone leaving a friendship like that.
it's been about 6 weeks since i last touched a bag of weed, 5 weeks since i smoked a cig, and about the same for smoking pot. i just started to chip the surface here, i wasen't really sure if there was going to be a whole lot of interest in something like this. i kinda need support from someone, and the people that are closest to me that i would normally go to, i can't. i hear talking about things helps, so here i am.
mods if this is inapropriate in anyway, you know what to do.
that went on till about midway through my junior year of high school. our smoking became more frequent and soon found it better to buy in quantity and split the cost, more for your buck. this eventually evolved into buying and selling to break even, any pot smoker knows there is only one thing better than smoking, and thats smoking free weed. it was never really anything big at the time... back then an ounce was a lot, so much we didn't know what to do with.
senior year came and went, as did graduation, it was all pretty much a blur. between all the partying and time seeming to go so fast i really can't remember all that much of it. i ended up going to school about 50 miles from my home town, seperating a close group of friends. while i was gone, two of my close friends started selling again, call them derek and mark. they never got all that big, basically they were middle men, ''pinchers'' if you will. freshman year of college went pretty quick, i would go home on the weekends, hang out with my buds, pick up some dank and head back for the week.
this past summer is when things sort of started to get out of hand. we, myself derek and mark, had a friend, louis, who had been dealing x for a while. (mainly for financial reasons, he was from a different country and was really trying to help his family and himself out.) louis went down to the cities to pick up his weekly supply of rolls and got on the subject of weed with his supplier, when he came back he had a bag of pills and 1lb of pot, all fronted of course. he took the x and gave the lb to mark and derek to split up, sell and pay him, they were to keep whatever was left as profit or for them to smoke. this went on for a month or so, then progressivly bringing more weed back and less x (weed was easier to push at the time, atleast from what they were telling me).
towards the middle of july i moved into my own place with a friend from highschool and my roommate from my freshman year of college. this didn't change much, just a safe place to smoke with my buddies really. between then and december the amount of weed that was being brough back was progressivly becoming more and more. in the middle of november we kicked one of our roommates out, wasen't paying ect., and derek moved in. normally he wouldn't have been able to afford the bills and such but with the amount that was being push there was money for that and then some. this is pretty much when i got involved.
i had always been in the background, helping split everything up, bringing business, helping out where needed really. we'll now that we had 4 people involved it was agreed that more would be brought back. (at that time were talking around 5lbs).
december and winter break was a blur of road trips to the city, selling and getting high. we would smoke around a half an ounce a day, which was up from my normal dime-8th a day before derek moved in (obviously with all the weed around we started to smoke more and more).
during the second week of january louis was set up, twice, by one of his 'friends.' there was a wire, marked money, the whole deal, about two days after his apartment where he lived with his mother and brother was raided. he was charged with 6 felonys and 2 misdemenors (2 para chages, coke, x, two counts of selling, intent to distribute (scale/baggies) and possesion of mj, they found the roach of a joint in his garbage). he was held for 3 days, then we were able to post bail. we found him a laywer, contacted his guy in the cities and started up again, mainly to pay for his fees (expected to be around 7k). with the first trip down we made the money back for him, and plenty for us. somwhere it was decided that there was going to be another trip made, the cycle began again.
the beginning of feb. came pretty fast, times normally do when you spend all day driving around town selling. at this point we were able to push double what we had been during xmas break, the odd thing is, it's not hard to sell this much, it really sells itself. the money was ridiclous, i can't even begin to explaine how much money was being made on every run (usually two runs a week).
during the middle of feb mark called me up and said that we were supposed to go and pick up his brother. we pulled up in front of the his high school (our former) and waited till he came out. when marks bro got in the car he stopped for a second, then stuttered out "hey man... all those people say you guys are big dealers." the only think i could think of was "bad."
after i dropped both of them off i went home and started writing all my experiences with weed down. then i read over them and couldn't believe what i was reading. i couldn't begin to understand where i went wrong, where i went from innocent stoner in the parking lot to a 'dealer'. no one believes me when i tell them what was going on, when i was asking for help on what to do and how to make everything right. people don't believe that 95%, if not all, of the 'good' weed that came here went through my kitchen, they laugh. so i would lie, play it off like i was joking.
my whole life was a lie though. for the past 5 years it has been nothing but. i found myself lying to friends, my boss, teachers, my parents. this was the worst for me, i have always thought of myself as the most honest person, but i was the exact opposite. that afternoon i gave everthing that i had to derek, in terms of 'product'. i put all my para into a bag and gave it to a friend, i wished so hard that i would be able to wash my hands of all this, wake up the next morning and it would all be gone. was i wrong.
i still had people calling my phone weeks after i had said i wasen't dealing anymore. i've gone through two cell phones already trying to get away from everyone. i can't drive my truck around town without people following me around trying to get weed. but this isn't even the start of the real problems. our connection was curious as to why i wasen't around much anymore, despite what mark and derek would tell them, they didn't seem to believe. now, these guys have never been anything but nice to me, i've stayed at their homes many times, and spent plenty of time chillin with them, but the stories that i've heard make me cringe (read; people getting shot). i decided to call them and explaine that i didn't want to end up like louis, and didn't want to be part of this anymore, they still didn't believe me. i changed my phone number the next day, two days later they called me, how they got my number i don't know, but they said that they wern't worried, but were going to keep tabs on me for a while, just to be safe. great.
derek and mark still deal with them, as does louis, still pushing the same amounts, still making lots of money.
i figured that i was out of the woods once i got rid of everything and made to clear to my guys as to why i wouldn't be visting them anymore... but problems with my friends started to come up.
derek was selling more than ever, and wasen't being very safe. every time that i would try and talk to him about stopping while he still can was shot down, for some reason he believed he is tony montana.
mark has started to realize what is going on. now that we are getting closer to louis's final trial it's starting to set in more for him. he is starting to realize that he's been living a lie, and doing something that most people shun.
tonight i was going to the gym with mark, as we pulled into the parking lot we struck up a conversation about getting a house together this summer, i told him that i wasen't going to live there or with anyone that still deals. we talked about how he plans on stopping soon, he was going to finish up a few more runs, get some money to life off of for a while and be done with it all. then we started to talk about derek, and how we were going to get him to stop... since he dosent' listen to us, it seems the only way he would stop is if he was busted. shortly after mark said "don't worrie man, we'll come through, even if we have to leave derek behind". he stopped right after he said that, leave our best friend behind. i've known these guys since i started going to school, i can't imagine leaving someone let alone leaving a friendship like that.
it's been about 6 weeks since i last touched a bag of weed, 5 weeks since i smoked a cig, and about the same for smoking pot. i just started to chip the surface here, i wasen't really sure if there was going to be a whole lot of interest in something like this. i kinda need support from someone, and the people that are closest to me that i would normally go to, i can't. i hear talking about things helps, so here i am.
mods if this is inapropriate in anyway, you know what to do.
