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In virginia beach one time, I was walking around the beach looking for bud. I found this one dude with the rasta hat on and he said he didn't have it on him, but it was in his hotel room.
He tells me to wait in the back of his hotel (which was on the beach) and he would be right back down (keep in mind no money has changed hands yet). About 10 minutes later I hear this "Hey dude" coming from somewhere above me. I look up and he's standing on the balcony outside his room on the third floor. He then yells "I can't come down right now, throw your money up here and I'll just drop your sack over the balcony and you can catch it". I guess it never occurred to this guy that tossing a wad of cash up to the third floor of a hotel was pretty much impossible, i mean wtf was this guy on that he was thinking this was possible?
I say (yelling actually) "man, I can't toss cash that high, its not possible.. what room are you in?"
him: "nah, i can't have you coming up here.. meet me on the third floor by the vending machine"
So i finally get up there and there's no one waiting for me, 10 minutes pass and finally the door DIRECTLY ACROSS from the vending machine flys open and weed smoke starts billowing out along with dude. All this while families are walking by in the hallways, mothers are gripping their children tighter because they can smell the devil marihuana weed. He does the shittiest hand to hand transaction i've ever seen, with half of the bag hanging out.. I got the fuck out of there ASAP before the police came
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