JUNKe Life

Trust costs…
December 19, 2010, 1:18 pm
Filed under: Dope, JUNKe life

Who can you trust? You’re damned lucky if you have some people in your life you can trust. Dylan sings “trust yourself”. Yeah, that’s a good one. But it’s frigging fantastic when you can trust somebody else as well.

This is a little story about how trust cost us more than a loss of faith, it cost a shitload of money. Why? Because we trusted a dealer and the bastard broke his word to us because he could get himself a few more bucks by doing so. Yeah, we were fools to trust this dealer. But then again, there was a time he wasn’t just a dealer, he was kind of a friend.

young girl giving the finger

When words aren't enough

Our relationship with this dealer lasted years. We never had a problem with him. His prices were considerably less than anyone else we’d come upon. We saw him regularly for three years prior to going on methadone. Then we saw him regularly for three years after starting up again. During those times he was our primary source for morphine. And morphine was our primary drug of daily use.

To make a long story shorter (to use a common turn of phrase) the second time we started buying from this fellow he said we could run up a tab with him since, in the past, we’d always cleared our bill. Okay, that was cool. However, we’d been fucked around by this sort of relationship in the past with other dealers ending up changing the terms on us and leaving us not high and dry, so to speak. For example, suddenly stopping selling, when we owed a couple thousand, and demanding payment, which left us penniless to try and find someone else to score from. So we were fairly leery about putting all our eggs into his basket, and then having him take the basket away. Once burned, twice shy… or something like that.

We said, “okay, we’ll deal with you, but we don’t want to find ourself in a situation where we become dependent on you and then you fuck us around”. He promised that the terms of our arrangement wouldn’t change, and that he’d honour our relationship with him. We’d get a big front, and when we paid it off, we’d get another big front. The size of the front being large enough to last long enough for us to using (keep well, even high) while we took the time to get together enough bucks to go see him again. Basically we got two to four weeks worth of dope, and by the time it was about used up we’d usually always gotten enough to pay for it.

Our primary worry was we didn’t want him finding someone else who was willing to pay a couple dollars more per pill, and then switch over to selling to that person, leaving us nothing but an outstanding bill and no new front we paid it. He promised he wouldn’t do that. In fact, he said he liked our arrangement. It saved him from having to nickle and dime sell. It was worth it to him to sell to us cheap, and receive a guarentee of a few thousand on schedule, as opposed to the hassle of selling a few here and there for ultimately a bit more money. As for finding someone who was willing to have the exact same relationship, but pay more in total, he said “hey, I consider you guys friends, so I wouldn’t do that to you”.

But he did that to us. After three years (this time) of never missing a payment, never jerking him around, of basically operating with a relationship that seemed like more than just a business thing, he fucked us around. He sold us out, left us dry and not high, for a few more bucks. The fucking lying piece of shit bastard!

We should have seen it coming. Why? Because he started spending large on consumer shit. And then complaining to us about his bills. He bought a $25,000 Harley. He bought a super fancy high def 3-D tv. He bought this, he bought that. (Or should I say, we bought all that for him?) He was even running up his credit – the greedy prick. Here we’re handing him thousands and thousands of dollars, and he’s complaining to us about his money problems. We should have seen it coming.

motorcycle crash

All I want for Christmas

A telephone call. The bastard didn’t even have the jam to tell us face to face. He says “ah, I can’t really afford to do it this way anymore. I’m going to need the money up front… blah blah blah”. Basically he only floated us for a month max, but now a month was too long for him to wait for his paycheque from us. Why? Because he over-spent and then didn’t have the cash in hand when his monthly bills came due, and he was going to miss a couple payments and then start chaulking up interest.

So instead of blaming himself for getting in debt, he blames us. We who always paid. And on time. It’s just he needed some bucks that day, and we weren’t due to show up to pay him for a couple weeks. So instead of eating his shit, he decided to fuck us over, and find someone who would pay him, and pay him right then. And pay him a bit more per pill too. Ah sweet deal for him, the greedy lying asshole.

So here we were, out there doing our thing, working to get the money to take to him for the last front, expecting another, and he says “sorry, can’t front anymore”. So we gotta pay the bill, and then double it, all at once, to get the sufficient amount of dope to carry us while we get some more cash together. Now that just wasn’t gonna happen. We couldn’t get double the bucks together quick, not unless we resorted to some real heavy shit and we really didn’t want to go there.

Not that it would have mattered anyhow. It was already a done deal. He had already sold all his shit to the new guy who had cash in hand. Of course, he didn’t say that. He made it seem like it wasn’t his fault that we couldn’t make the new arrangement happen. Essentially telling us, it’s too bad we couldn’t pay our bill, and then afford to buy what we needed, but well, that’s unfortunate, but hey, shit happens, right?

Of course he knew we wouldn’t pay our outstanding bill if we weren’t also going to get something to take away (as had been the arrangement for the preceeding three years). But that didn’t matter to him. He’d already got the cash he needed to pay his bills, and furthermore, he’d gotten himself a new and slightly more prosperous arrangement then the one he’d had with us. So what if it cost him a bit of a conscience that it turns out he never had anyways.

All those times he promised he would never jack us around for a few extra bucks. All those times he said, “I know what its like and I won’t leave you hurting. Never!”. Ah, more the fools were we, eh? And more the wiser now.

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I’ve been in this exact situation — only the dealer was indignant that we pay up what we owe and then go sick for x number of days. Fucking bullshit. I know dealers that say they have no dues and no responsibilities to the people that buy from them — and that’s true, as long as you’re stuck in the current mindset of drug users are bad.

But when viewed with a lens of harm reduction the bullshit comes out. You should be able to develop a mutually beneficial, friendly relationship with your supplier. But no — we’re doomed ever to not trust anyone.

Thanks for the post! Reminds me why I deal with the people I do.


Comment by JunkieMonkey

over the years i fronted to a number of people and if i had all the money i have fronted out to the (friends)i wouldnt hasve any bills to pay.your lucky to get your ride for free till you can pay for it.suport your habit up front and you wont be screwed.

Comment by hohn

i never ticked off dealers… i hated the thought of being in debt to them (especially since i was a girl and you can guess what they asked for WHEN you HAD money, so imagine what they would if i didnt). i had to cut my boy loose because he started ticking and i couldnt handle the fact i was basically in on his bill even though i didnt get a bit of it, just because we were partners. the thought of what happened to you would shit me up, but i guess if you want to live a normal life (work, not be hanging about the street all day raising money and scoring) it pays to have your gear like this. however, i’d be worried about making it last and not having “just one little extra hit, to get to sleep”

phew, just reading this has tired me out. im glad im just on methadone at the moment. done enough deals and scoring to last anybody a pissing lifetime!

Comment by naomi

thats a real drag. do what you have to to get by. Then sit back and fuck with him about dropping a dime. Not that you would do it. But more like you heard this new guy was spending money all over town but not selling to anyone. That right there will add up to several nights of raw panic and fear. trust me its a good way to PAY BACK someone with out compromising your standards or morals. after all you are’nt actually dropping that dime for real….better days for me RX’d 100mg Nucenta and 8mg dilaudid150each per month. very niceconcedering the adderalto stop the nodding is also RX’d for free.PEACE.

Comment by brunzy

Great Job,
Here in Colombia, depends of city you have your own dealer or not, where i am now i need it i score daily but where i was no need it, in that city you can buy H like candies, cheap and good quality

Comment by MauroFreakLoveH

Hey Mauro, good to hear from ya. Read some of your poetry (google translated). Good stuff – keep going with it. I’ve left a lot of poetry here, there and all over over the years. Burned a bunch once before I got busted because I didn’t want to give ’em a deeper insight into what made me tic. Haven’t published much, but have done some readings, and one year received the national award for prison poetry, even though the poems weren’t especially focused on my prison experience(s). Peace and love, take care.

Comment by opiAted

Sounds like you never paid him anyway. He got a new custo. You got a month of free shit. You had to find a new plug but the same thing could have happened if he got flicked so…. Sounds like you even had a little warning. I mean….. I get it, I been dealing with the same dude for 8 years now. It sucks when he goes on vacation or whatever but we deal. No loyalty in the dope game. Don’t tell me this is the first time you learned that lesson.

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