...Friends friends... So long story short the norm. connect gets into a jamup and can't follow through.. We end up going through a friend of a friend of a friend yea not good... well after about an hour of fucking around we end up sending a guy to meet up with mr. dealer.. he fails to mention he doesnt know how to work any of our scales ( he had 2 on him ).. Well he comes back hands us the shit, and my jaw dropped.. paid for 2 oz's of "high end mids" it weighs out to 26.3 with bag! for 2 ozs! lol and to make matters worse it was schwag and mostly shake with a ton of beans... After 2 hours of trying to figure out what the hell just happened, and how we can get our money back we come to the realization that this was a lesson for us.. The guy is no where to be found, we just got ripped the fuck off, well not we but they did, i don't pitch in untill it's weighed and infront of me for this reason exactly... Vent over -Dave
Ouch, that blows majorly man. Well atleast you didn't do anything stupid to the guy because you couldn't find him. Sorry super high..... Well anyways he now has some bad karma and shit, so he will get his, it always works that way.