So, this story is pretty pointless but i have nothing better to do. A few days ago i met up with my friend, we were both dry so he proceeded to call up one of his dealers friends brother etc. (some distant person) and asked if they had any weed. The guy said he had dub he'd be willing to sell. So i just followed my friend, after a while he lead me into the ghetto, i thought we would just pass through it (we have a small ghetto in our area) but he stopped at the Burger King. Then as a light joke he says "were gonna get jumped, its what happens when you deal with black gangs in the ghetto" (dont take this joke the wrong way, not trying to be racist). Well that kinda made a little paranoid, since my friend and I are both white. His dealers friend etc. calls up and tells us to meet him in the alley. So we reluctantly go. My friend tells me to stay towards the back and make sure no one sneaks up behind him. So i do that and they make the deal in the alley, this whole time i had my hand on my flick knife in my pocket. Luckily nothing bad happened and we proceeded to meet up with another friend and light up. The underlying theme of the story is.... He gave us shit weed and i told my friend he got ripped off, my friend denied it at first but then admitted it was some shitty weed.... looked like mids, smoked like schwag. Had a slight body high for 20 minutes, then was completely normal. Luckily he got about 2.5 grams for only 20 bucks (not so much a rip off i guess, but still, the last time i smoked his weed he had some dank looking nugs). Moral - Ghetto + some strange distant relationship with some strange alley dealer's friend of a friend + 20 bucks = Shit weed and boring but sharable story. The End.