Lol I wouldn't know where to get anything but weed in Denver.
I managed to do meth, heroin, and crack whle I was there, which was literally 4 weeks maximum... I should look up how long ago exactly. Anyhow, I didn't know where to get shit either. But Google can be a far better friend than you could ever expect. Gotta love the Internet!
If you're in the right part of town, you don't even have to look when it comes to shards, at least if you look approachable for that sorta thing. Mainly downtown area. But a drugs-forum Google result was actually how I know about the "Hondo's* the river, and searching about finding it in that area is also how I learned about 16th Street Mall. It's like a strip, and like the whole thing is like an outside mall. It's basically just all 16th Street is the mall, and it's pretty long, there's even a Free MallRide ran by RTD that unlike regular buses don't cost shit, which can help because if I'm tryna get to 21st and Stout to the youth daytime shelter so I can get some coffee and breakfast, and they're only open 8AM-12PM, I can just make my way to anywhere on 16th Street at one of the stops and ride that shit to 16th and Stout, and then I just got five more lights to work in the perpendicular direction. Not used to having public transportation like that, or really the need for it even, but I've mostly always been in suburbs.
Sorry to triplepost, but if you already read one or two of the former two posts, you probably won't end up catching me just editing this first one, but I just wanted to add Suboxone. I forgot, I got half a strip given to me for free by some white dude who approached me (like the only nonblack chilling by that corner) while I was sitting at Colfax and Broadway, asking if I knew where to get shards, or especially anybody who would trade Subs for shards. I wasn't able to help him out, obviously. I was fresh downtown, first time being there. Basically just went there after I checked out the hotel for the last time and ran outta money. But I managed to pityparty him, despite not actually being physically addicted to opiates at all at the time unbeknownst to him into breaking me off anything if he could, and he ended up handing me an opened Suboxone packaging and saying I could have whatever was left in there, and the shit had like 4-6mg of a strip left in it. I was so happy and grateful, that shit was awesome. Gotta love white people. Junkies looking out for junkies, man. Anyhow, that and I also got a pill or two (I forget, but I think it was actually 2, and I mean fucking 8's; the only thing that sucked is I was planning on, and still did of course, shooting them and after the aforementioned experience was totally 100% expecting a strip when they said they'd give me a Sub if I got them shards, and then of course I don't find out until they're damn handed to me that they're pills with a riiiiiiiidiculous amount, compared to pretty much any other pill, of binder/filler/other inactives to psychoactive ratio. I just need 8mg of that hugeass thing, so I gotta filter out a shitload of junk. Total - well... not total - buzzkill to get that in your hand when the whole time making phonecalls and playing the waiting game you're picturing in your head simply plopping a strip in a spoon or whatevs, adding watter, and stirring.... and then I gotta deal with multiple CC's just to liquify the shit and multiple cottons to filter, yargh, worse than methadone, but not even a full agonist like it to boot) given to me for hooking somebody up with a meth connect I had found just so they could get a $20. I had literally found the dude just by walking down the right sidewalk at the right time, and he told me he'd kick me down whenever I make him a sale, so of course that was the first person I called when somebody asked if I could get some. Like, same as in Houston and surrounding areas (can't really speak for other parts of Texas), meth will come to YOU, totally unwarranted, haha. I ended up, to make a longass story short, trading an Obamaphone for a $20 of shards to some dude who I had met because I was walking with some other homeless guy who was gon show me his spot since the cops kicked us out where we were sleeping at like 2 in the fucking morning, and as we go to walk past this dude, he just goes, "Shards, shards," really lightly. And the whole time doesn't skip a beat, just keep walking, until I muthafuckin' jump to saying something. The whole thing was fucking funny, but basically I got meth for a phone that I got for free that the bumblefucks at the kiosk handing them out fucked up activating
twice, so it wasn't even working. And man, their twentysacks be pretty ridiculous over there if you come across the right person. Happened a couple times where I straight felt like what he was giving me would've
easily been at least a $40 back in TX.
