I’m on my way
I’m Your Drug Dealer, Not Your Friend
I’ll be there for you as long as you have at least 40 bucks

I was friendly to my clients. When you reach a certain level in narcotic sales you can only be so friendly.
If I’m dropping something off and it’s you and 3 hot chicks and you ask me to stay and party I will almost certainly stay and party. When I’ve been waiting for you and you pull up with four dudes I don’t know I’m not going to get into your 11 year old Ford Focus that smells like feet, farts, and weed.
Do I want to meet your friends? Fuck no. I don’t want to meet more you’s. You sell to them.
“Here you go. Drive safe.” God forbid you start talking to me about Crossfit, or how you couldn’t Uber this week, or the thing that your Mom said that really pissed you off the other day.
If you have nothing to offer me but 40 bucks once a week I would meet you a block away from a place where people like you think I live. I will spend as little time with you as possible.
If you have a place with a pool, nice entertainment system, and a decent couch I’ll be right there! I’ll even party out with you. But it’s not all about money and material possessions. If you have good stories, an interesting job, or you gain my respect somehow I’ll invite you over and pick your brain.
I don’t consider that friendly, it’s respectful. If you are where you say your going to be at the right time and always have the right amount of cash I will respect that. You have earned my respect and I will extend the same courtesy to you as it pertains to the weight of your bag.
If I’m sitting in a parking lot for longer then 10 minutes waiting for you, you are now on my shit list. You made me 10 minutes late to see the other 3 stops I need to make. You can call but you’re still 10 minutes late.
If for whatever reason you show up with less money than the amount called for you are on my shitty-shit list.
If you try to short me cash or slip me a fake 20, you are my lowest priority for life and your sacks will forever be short. Accident my ass. I am not friendly or nice to these people. If they go somewhere else I don’t care. Customers like that are bad for business.
Users will have 3 guys. The guy they call first, the guy they call when the first guy doesn’t pick up or they want something different, and the last resort. You don’t ever want to be the last resort. If you are desperate for drugs, you never rob your #1. You want to rob the last resort. If you are looking at jail time unless you give some one up, you snitch on your last resort.
Why are dealers that treat everyone like shit are the ones clients feel they need to win the favor of? Everyone wants to be liked by the people in their life, its a symptom of the human condition.
Even though I don’t see the individuals I used to meet in parking lots as a part of my life, I accepted who I am in theirs. I don’t have to meet Jon, Mark, and Mary, I’m meeting clients.
Earlier in my career I had clients come to my house and let them party there. Then you get stabbed a few times and you adapt your policy accordingly.
Here’s how to earn a dealers respect.
- Be where you say you are going to be.
- Sorry If you’ve been waiting for 30 minutes. Shit happens.
- Have the correct amount of money.
- I don’t want to meet your friends unless they buy as much or more than you do. Don’t show up with 5 people in your car.
This is all in past now. My clients are all middle aged and different people. Or dead.
Be safe. Don’t die.
