This dude gives me a hefty dime bag of dirt (I was pleasntly surprised, only asked for a g but it was like 2.5) the first time I met him last week, he tells me to always hit him up for bud from now on and I'm all like sure no problem! Just called him to buy a g of headies or 2 of mids and he says he has me on the good shit... just went outside and hopped in his car with his friend and THIS DUDE HANDS ME .5 OF MIDS for $20. Even though it looked way short of a gram to begin with he's like "you said or 2g of mids" like are you fuckin kiddin me and then he goes on to say "well lemme help you out I'm havin a good day today" and his friend says "it's dense shit though man... ah nevermind fuck it." Oh well I ended up getting my 2g I'm glad I was brought into smoking by some black friends... I used to never speak up for myself with shit like this (maybe one or two white people I know would question a dealer so don't play the race card) What an attempt at a bait and switch... maybe it's because I dress like a preppy rich kid? I dunno.