I had a bad experience today

So i sometimes sell some bud to this girl I know, we'll call her Betsy. Anyway, Betsy comes over as usually looking for a dime. I sell her two FAT ASS joints of some bomb chronic I recently harvested (dried and cured). She leaves and comes back with some mexican boy sitting in the passenger side of her truck. Of course at this point I'm thinking they just want to buy some more. So I walk up to the truck and Betsy shows me this cellophame that has a little less than a bowl pack and says "we unrolled one of those joints and this was all that was in it". I told her that I knew better than that and about that time the mexican dude says "That's some home-grown shit anyway. I can tell. That bud is shitty."

This is where I could have done two different things.

A) I could give them some more bud to compensate even though I know they're trying to rip me off. I would do this to keep business, but would also loose pride and respect from B.

OR

B) I could take up for my bomb-chronic homegrown, Ask for joints back, refund them, and go on while still keeping my dignity about myself and my bud.

I chose option B.

I went back inside and got their $10 bill and came back out and made the exchange with Betsy. Betsy was saying the whole time "it isnt that big of a deal, we just thought we'd let you know!" but I insisted on having the joints handed back to me and of course they did. Then Mexican Boy says "Yo, I don't care if I offended you, but I've grown plenty of weed and yours is SHITTY."

This made me quite red so I told him
"If you don't like my bud, then by all means, go to someone else"

he responded with "It sounds like you want to fight me mother fucker! Look how small you are, I would crunch your face!"

At this point I backed away a bit and told him to get off of my property. He came towards me and swung. I backed off and he missed and stumbled. This gave me enough time to draw my 357 Magnum from the back of my pants. I stuck the gun in his face and told him if he ever stepped foot on my property again I would call the police. Under my direction, he got up very slowly, walked back to Betsy's car with his back towards me, got in the car and betsy frantically drove off.

Betsy calls back and says that I over reacted. The whole time this mexican boy is in the back ground still running his mouth. I sat there and listened to her ramble while I puffed a J and I simply told her to not bring Little Dick around my place again. She seemed to understand.

Drama like this is one of the reasons I don't sell as much as I used to. It's a sad world when people try to beat your ass over a measly dime sack.

 

I'm growing in a field owned by the State about 3 miles away... it's pretty seculded...
She called back and wants a dime and I say sorry I smoked it all