I texted my dealer, he texted back "nah got nothing for a few days"

1. I'm not desperate, at least I don't think so from his perspective. All he knows is he got text on wednsday, he said "not for a few days" now it's sunday and he got another text, reply "try agine at 9:30". Then at 9:30 he'll get another text. I'm a worrying piece of shit but he doesn't know that unless he browses this forum. Unless getting weed at 9:30 on a sunday night is desperate which maybe it is I don't know should I wait for tomorrow?

2. t-minus 10 minutes til I send the text. If he says yes I'm going to have to sneak out the backdoor. My parents are in the lounge watching TV, hopefully they have the door closed so I can sneak past. My excuse when I coem back in 10 minutes later (my dealer lives close by) is that I was playing with the cat in the yard.

 

Jesus H Christ I just sent the text. Waited til 9:32pm so he doesn't think I was waiting at the clock like some desperate junky.

 

Oh Christ guys. So I went downstairs, opened the backdoor and in comes my dog. I go to the lounge and tell my parents (while sneakily putting my shoes on) they left the dog outside. They say they were just putting her out while she chewed on a bone, she still has a bone in her mouth, so I tell her I'll let the dog back out. Go out, slam the door shut (and sneak outside at the same time). Then I start sprinting to the dealer's house. Knock the door, exchange the goods, sprint back. I notice the dog is no longer outside, which means my dad must have came out to let her back in, where obviously he didn't see me outside. So I call my cat, grab her, and go back inside. My mom's like, "where have you been?", I tell her I was just playing with the cat, and my cat meows to back me up. I'm covered in sweat so I start rushing back upstairs before they see me. And then it's now. What do you guys think? I think they suspect me?

 

It's funny how you people come in here and accuse me of being UK troll, yet you yourselves don't contribute anything to the thread. But whatever, I don't care, I got my kush.

I got a lighter
Got a blunt
I'm getting higher.

 

Just picked up some more weed folks. Talk about awkward. It was 10am on a sunday morning. (Ok so this was like a week ago now) and I texted my dealer. He says later. I say text when. He says come about 11. At 11 I texted him again saying "come over now?" he says yeah. I start walking to his house and when I'm near his house I bump into him taking his dog back in the house. He had just came back from a morning walk and hear I am bugging him about weed.

And then when we went in the house, he says "close the door because of the bird". I'm thinking, what bird? Does he mean a spy drone? Or helicopters flying around looking for drug deals? Does he think we're being watched from the sky? So I'm like... "...what..." and he says "the bird" and points at his pet bird perched in the corner...