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Gods, man, you have no idea, kiddo.
To see the fatass pile drop out of the bag when I finally got home after trusting my dude at his word for "a little over a half gram" of China White for $80, and THEN verify the amazing fucking quality. It feels so great when a deal is everything you wanted. Drug of choice, short notice (like, immediately) after midnight but total willingness to meet up, even give me his apartment number to ring me in the gate of the place, some of the best fucking heroin I've done and the whitest, out of three fucking states, after having thought the dude's number was lost for good since I forgot to save it before trading my iPhone for fuckass tar (it was good for tar, to be fair, but really that ain't saying much), the very same day I cash a check I totally didn't even know I was going to be getting (didn't realize I had some hours in at work before the end of a pay period before I left for Colorado). I mean just the fucking quality alone is enough where I shouldn't even say a word about all the other circumstances. And a fat fucking pile of it, at that! Gods, splooge, if only you know what true, pure durgz could do to a man.
I've never had "china white" before. Here in texas the only thing I've seen is tar, and the dirtclod looking balls. Good stuff though.
Yeah, I was totally surprised that's what it turned out to be. I'm from south Florida, so I'm used to pills and as far as heroin, it's usually a light tan to light brown color, sometimes comes in a weetle baby capsule, or otherwise wax paper or some shit.... But from my understanding, with heroin, powder is mostly just an East Coast thing, so I was thinking I was going to experience tar for the first time whenever I managed to find me a heroin connect over here. And whaddya know, my first opiate hookup of any kind sells fucking China White and Dilaudid (great combination, btw, fucking beautiful). And he's actually the only opiate connect I got, too, so that's the only heroin I've experienced here in TX. Not to mention the pleasant surprise when he told me he had D's, too. I figured that would be mostly a Florida thing.
Meth over here, on the other hand.... well, like four or five months ago, however long, when I moved here to Texas, like my second night here, literally, I'm walking around trying to scope out a bud connect, and some dude at a grocery store gas station with his sexy girlfriend sitting in the passenger seat while he's pumping gas... dude calls ME over and asks if I needed "work". The slang for shit is different everywhere, obviously. Even sometimes just between the city I lived in in Florida, 45 minutes south in West Palm Beach... Fort Lauderdale, Miami, it's all slightly different terminology usually, and dude starts talking about "clear", and I kinda hadda awkwardly explain my situation, how I was new around there and don't really know what words they be usin' ova here and whatnot. Well, turns out "clear" is meth. Kinda funny because I came here after staying in a hotel in Miami for about two months, and that was the first time I had heard the term "clean" for coke. Anyways, I even talked the dude into giving me a fucking free sample shot AND a clean rig. His chick was nice and actually threw me two freshes instead of just the one. Opiates took some damn time and effort to find, but meth found me in literally just a couple days of being here, muthafucka calling me over tryna sell some and shit, haha. And master junkie over here even finagled a free shot.
