I was on some content earlier about a girl addicted to oxy trying to sell her little brother for drugs, and the drug dealers being cool guys and returning the little kid to his parents and telling the parents what she had done. The top comment was something along the lines of, "drug dealers are people too". If you're interested, I'll start sharing my stories from my past as a drug dealer. Some stories will be funny, some will be sad, but they will all be informative. If you want to keep updated on the stories as they are released, reply the stickied comment and I will add you to a list.
Obviously, a lot of people have used drugs, or use drugs still. For the younger ones on FunnyJunk, I don't promote drug use, but if you must use them, use them safely, and if you would like any advice on how much to take at a time, what different kind of drugs do, and what sort of precautions you should take before taking certain drugs, please feel free to ask. Due to the culture of music festivals and clubbing in the past several generations, a lot more people are using hard drugs than ever before, and it's important to remember that one night of reckless fun could leave you seriously brain damaged or dead. Anyway, I'll continue with the story now, but please feel free to ask questions in the comments.
I suppose I'll start at the start of my drug dealing career. When I was 15, I was a heavy pot smoker, and with no job, no allowance, and only £30 a week from school for my dinner, I couldn't really afford to keep the habit up. The guy who sold me my weed, Tom, was about 19 at the time, and offered to start letting me sell for him around my school. The first time I did it, he gave me 4 dime bags, and told me I could keep half of the money.
What a deal I thought. So I sold all four, gave Tom £20, and then reinvested my £20 in more weed off Tom. I won't go into details, but I was making about £3.50 per bag I sold, and I took to my new hobby like a fish to water. Soon enough, Tom started selling me my weed by the ounce, rather than in smaller bags. Then I was making about £4.50 per bag sold. The first time I bought a pound of weed, I was scared ********. I wrapped it up in three different bags, and I was still paranoid people would smell it as I walked by.
By the time I was 17, I was selling in larger amounts, and selling to a larger area. What had started as high school kids buying off me had now turned into my local technical college buying off me, high school students buying off me, and even some parents of students I knew buying weed off me. Because I was a good kid and kept my nose clean aside from a drug that isn't considered dangerous, I suppose the police decided I wasn't doing any real harm, because I never got bothered by them.
Because of my large selling circle, and the fact that I provided the weed for many more dealers now, I had a large group of friends/people who liked me because I sold good weed at a decent price. It's hard to say how much money I was making, as I burned through it so fast, but I was definitely making at least a £1000 a week at this point, give or take a hundred. My Mum knew what I did, but she also knew I was safe about it, so she didn't mind so much, and it gave her some peace of mind that I could take care of myself. My Dad wasn't around, so nothing from the paternal side.
Due to the large amount of money I made, I always had the newest stuff, and I always made sure me and my closest friends were having fun. My friend wanted the new Nike Hi-Tops, he got them. My other friend wanted new Armani Jeans, he got them. It wasn't until a bit later in life that I realised that some of these "friends" only stick around while the money's there, but that's another story.
When I was 18 (I was always one of the youngest) I paid for me and five of my friends to go to festival down near Birmingham called GlobalGathering for the first time. I snuck in a load of weed with me, thinking this would be a huge payday. I soon realised after arriving that this wasn't Suburbia anymore. Sure, some people smoked weed, but the real money went to the people selling Cocaine, MDMA, and Ecstasy.
So I enjoyed the rest of my first ever festival, sold a bit of weed, and made sure that me and my friends smoked the rest, along with our tent neighbours who I still keep in contact with to this day, due to the fact they are really cool people. While I enjoyed my festival though, I started plans for the rest of the summer. I wanted to cash in, and I wanted to do it big, so the only thing to do was to go the next level in this game.
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