I can't believe the fukking heat of all things is wrecking havoc on my social life in the god damn summer. It has been 94 degrees with a lot of humidity nearly ever day for the past two weeks so no one wants to do anything.
To make matters since it's so damn hot one of the only things left to do is get high and waste some time. The problem is, every dealer I know in my general proximity has been flaky as hell lately. I call this dude he tells me he only has reggie. Call another breh, he says he's out. Other breh that I met earlier that week, that practically begged me to take his number, says he'll call me back(approximately 30 hours later and he still hasn't called).
That was the one that annoyed me. He basically forced his weed on me. Was pushy as shyt about me taking his number, and from the way he was desperately trying to get rid of his weed it was obvious he didn't have much clientele and then he turns around and shafts me like I'm some junky that's going to hunt him down when I'm desperate enough. He does actually have the best weed from what I've seen tho
I called my man, he called a friend, and I worked out a way to get some shyt. Only thing is I had to walk 2 miles and wait for this fakkit to meet me half way
.All of this bullshyt for weed that isn't THAT good most of the time. Every has reggie but the hunt for good shyt in my side of philly is crazy*. I miss going to school in north philly already
It really kills me to know that some fakkit can wake up with left over cum on their shirt, throw on some sweat pants, walk down to a dispensary and buy whatever they want due to their glaucoma. fukk those nikkas
*There used to be this mad paranoid dude that used to have all types of shyt. Every time you called him he was there. Never flaky. Never shorted on a bag. Always had some crazy shyt. All of a sudden he stops selling weed because he is scared of the cops catching him and graduated to running scams and petty theft(how the fukk this makes sense I still have no idea).