Anybody getting a .1 sample from new vendor indubitibly?
Yeah.. I had it sent to an ex girls house. So that will give me an excuse to come by, get stoned and crush that ass.
OMG I'm rollin over here!!!
I probably shouldn't.. but...
One thing about drug dealers - especially heroin dealers - is they always have really sexy girls around. I'm sure it's no surprise to everybody here that when you have a dependence on heroin making sure you always have access to it becomes a top priority in life, to the point that the sexual reservation that most girls have due to society does not even play a factor. The sexiest of girls use this to their advantage as their best weapon, so if a drug dealer wants a girlfriend he can have an 11 (on a scale of 1-10) in hours. If they break up there's another dozen 11's excited to take her place. If he doesn't want a girlfriend there are flocks of girls offering to kick it, which is drug dealer stalker code for "I'll rock your world for some free dope and to get close to you". This arrangement is not frowned upon, both people are consenting adults and are making a decision they are happy with. In other areas of life when someone says what I just said it is always an exxaggeration. Not here, what I say above is absolutely correct if not understated. If you sell heroin and you're a 4 you you can have 11's lined up at your door. It's one of the perks of being a drug dealer!
Then you have Poor Nod.
"Poor Nod" has a background in security and is very security conscious and one of the rules Nod uses to keep himself safe is "NEVER EVER MEET A CUSTOMER". A few of the girls come here because they don't want their dealer coming on to them, bless your souls for not giving me any extra gray hairs you pure angels of commerce. But then there are swarms of these beautiful sirens who enjoy the chase-the-dealer game. Many girls try, and of course they always 11s because superbly beautiful women like the game of wrapping a guy around their finger since they always win, so they are the ones who belly up to the bar and play ten times out of ten. Poor Nod explains he can't meet them. Lest there be no confusion, Poor Nod does not make a habit of turning down 11s he meets in real life! Just the ones that know he's a secret drug dealer. The thing is, 11s are NOT used to being turned down and do not take kindly to being told no when they bat their eyelashes. Internet-Cyber-Whatever or not, she isn't going to be turned down by no man even if she does have the distance of the interwebs working to her disadvantage! No amount of "it's not you, it's me" helps, it actually makes it worse. Poor Nod has seen this many times the initial shock of a "no" is a blow to the ego, the temptress dusts herself off, applies the war paint, then takes the energy from what she perceives as personal rejection and channels that energy as fuel for thee challenge! First the flirting comes. Then the innuendo. Then the naughty photos. Then naughty words. A few more tricks in the bag, usually quite an impressive bag, but at the end of the day nothing works because no amount of sexy is worth being bubba's girl in the pen, so eventually the seductress plays her whole hand which always ends with her wild card: "The blank check", waiting to be cashed.
Sounds a dream come true?
HELL NO ITS NOT! POOR NOD IS IN HELL!!! It's Silk Road's cruel version of Chinese water torture! Chased by the most alluring girls imaginable, being shown interest as intently as a cat watches a mouse, building a rapport, finding out what your fetishes are, modeling photos, naughty photos, willingness to act out fantasies, erotica, describing what they would do to you or let you do to them if you would just care to meet them with a dash of welcome and a hint of "won't take no for an answer", garnished with the nagging question "how could this sweet beautiful thing possibly be a danger?"
..Then on the other end of the scale is the sobering thud of the realization that if you take a bit of this forbidden fruit you have opened a doorway law enforcement can effortlessly catch you.
What any man would describe as wildest dream distorted and twisted in to the forbidden fruit.
Poor Nod.