| Omaha, NE sucks right now
So it's been really really dry in Omaha lately. NOBODY around here is finding bud. So this kid I met on campus told me that his guy had some "bomb regs". We figure we'll take whatever we can get so I say sure and he tells me it's $45 for a quarter (nobody pays anything over $30 for a quarter of regs around here, even if they're "bomb"). I figured he's just jacking the price up since it's so dry, so I say whatever I don't have a choice at this point. My friend and I meet up with the kid, we hop in my car, and he shows me where his guy's house is. We pull up to his house and he comes outside and hands me a sack of the shittiest excuse for weed I've ever seen. This wasn't just shitty weed, this seriously wasn't even smokable bud. It was literally a sack of fucking stems and leaves. It wasn't even dried out or trimmed, it was freshly picked ditch weed. I just looked at it and said "...I'm not buying this", and the kid goes "nah man dats some dro, see how it's still wet n shit?" And I said "yeah I see that, but it's not even bud, this isn't even smokable." So I give it back and he gets pissy about it so I'm just about to tell this kid to go fuck himself, then he says he can get some kind bud. I say "alright I'd take an 8th" and he says "naw dey sellin dubs, like fo blunts n shit". So long story short, we end up driving through ghetto-as-fuck north Omaha, meeting a car at Popeyes, following the car to a sketch-as-fuck house, I give the kid $20, he comes out with a bag of regs. At least this time it was actually weed, so I said whatever let's get the fuck out of here before we get robbed. It turned out to be some pretty decent nug though, so at least we got something out of it. I'm never going through bullshit like that for a sack of weed again.
Also, apparently there's a billboard somewhere around here that the cops put up that says something like "Think it's dry now? Just wait til Novemeber". That's fucking creepy huh?
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