anyone ever go on one of those all day ganja searches where each guy sends you somewhere else, doesn't call you back and when you finally do get ahold of one of those assholes they promise the bamb ass ganja? Yeah, I had one of those happen. I almost called it off but my guy was promising the fucking bomb. So I meet some dude I never met at some shady fucking park in a horrible neighborhood. He pulls up like fucking 5.0 and scares the shit out of me. I almost threw it in reverse and bailed out until I remembered I was legal lol. He introduces himself, he's like 6'6", dreads, from some Caribbean island, cheesy grin, we shake hands, he tells me to get sniff of what's in the bag, I tell him I don't need to because I smell the dank through the bag, he ends it with a "my man" and I was out. Best ganja I have had on the island for a stupid good price @ $220 bucks. He told me the strain but I couldn't understand but one out of five words that were coming out of his mouth lol! He was a solid dude and now he's a solid connection. He also lives in my town so he's super close which is a bonus as well. Over all it worked out fucking great. Another time in Vegas I was going to get ganja and stopped at the store so my broski could get smokes. I was in the passenger seat smoking a blunt when this brother pulls up next to us in this cherry mustang. He looks over at me and asked "that a blunt you smoking on". I told him it was. He told me to jump in the passenger seat and check out what was in his glove box. I thought about it as he walked into the store and then hopped into his car and took a look. Three ounces of ganja in 3 one ounce bags. It was that chronic kind of dank, real perfumie like, really strong smelling. I waited for him to get back to his car when my freind came out packing his smokes and was like "the fuck you doing?" I game home the thumbs up and told him to wait a sec. Dude came back to his car, I bought an ounce of killer fucking ganja for 200$. Damn that was a steal. Pretty fucking shady lol! Anyone else with stories where shady ass deals worked out far better then they had any right to?
I bought 'Mexican Weed' from a straight up hillbilly named Chester who had to go out to his garage and dig it up. He lived in a trailer by the river on land of questionable ownership, and his old lady weighed two and a half times what he did. He rarely slept, and keeping him focused on getting the weed out could be a challenge. It turned out to be good stuff for what you had to go through to get it. Just because it came from Mexico didn't necessarily mean it was schwag...