[head4life]

So im going to try and make this short as possible

I call my dank dealer last friday tell him got some fishy he says come on over we will trade dank for fish and do some in his room im like cool be over there in a bit.


I get there there is a HUGE party going on street is filled with cars im like alrigth whatever cool. NOT its a huge frat party so I stand outside and call my dealer (who lives in this house with 4 other roomates) and no awnser so I knock on the door some random chic I dont know opens the door says come on in.

So I go in hella people there house is packed you can't step one step without asking people to move.

This one kid ask me you got anything? (he must of meant beer) so I said yeah some white girl if your down with that he acted super disgusted with me.

So I just go find my dealer we go into his room his roomates start trying to take my hat and yell at me now I am coked up and drunk my dank dealer pushes me into his room and says don't do that right before I deck his punk frat boy ass (keep in mind im a big dude) then all sorts of people tell me I got to leave im like wtf why im talking to my homey who lives here im trying to get his bedroom doors shut so we can wor business

then I start getting called a druggie my dank dealer gets in a fightr with his roomate they start brawling it out im about to go fuck his roomate up (even though my dank dealers fucking him up anyhow) and then I get told to leave by my dank dealer


I walk out I leave go next door stand outside call for a ride they keep talking shit I smoke a cig they say I better go down to the stop sign before they kill me now I don't take well to death threats.

I am coked the fuck up done over half a G in the last 45 mins and had 5-6 beers as much as I feel like killing some punk bitchs I don't I walk away.

I'm at the stop sign 5 houses away from my dank dealers. walking down the street so the cops dont get called and I dont get arrested n shit for fighting and drugs.

Here come 7 frat boys running at me
one tries to tackle me and grabs me around the waste I almost thought about pulling a knife instead I said lets see how far I get with my hands and legs

I kick the kid whos trying to tackle me and he falls to the ground here come 5 more at me I start getting thrown punchs at im so fucked up I dont feel a damn thing I start throwing them back and I just run whenver I can before the other 50+ frat kids come after me cause I had 200 in cash a oz and a 8 ball of coke at least.

I call my dank dealer he is pissed at me (friday night) I start explaining to him I didn't mean to start any shit and im sorry and shit.

And now he wont awnser my calls a friend of mine who gets weed from him told me he was pissed at me..


I CAN'T lose my only dank connect.

I tried calling his phone he hangs up on me and never talks to me.

What do I do? help? I was told if I ever went over to his house (that he sahres with his roomates) id be killed many times now I don't take well to death threats.


Keep in mind I buy about a ounce a week from this dude.