a few days ago I swung by the bank with my friend. When I came back to the car some big black guy had his head in the car talking to my friend. My first impression was this would be trouble but I didn't trust my instinct and went to see what's up.
The guy said his name was James and my friend told me he had a cannabis card, and would sell us a zip of purple cush for $125 (less than half what it normally costs). He produced a nug of some very nice looking bud. He said he was waiting for his wife to get off work at the bar across the street from the bank, and that he'd call in half an hour. He was friendly and told us we were welcome to come into the bar when his wife was at work for a drink on the house.
Half an hour later we're at another friend's house, and James calls... When he was 'talking to his friend' it felt like he was still talking into the phone so I'd hear... but again I ignored my instincts. He says he's got 4 zips (ounces) available. Our friend is down, so we get our money together and head out. We meet him on broadway a block from where he says his friend lives, and he says he wants to smoke a blunt to make sure we're cool (ie not cops).
We drove around and rolld one up, and it was definitely good weed (tasted like blueberries). He goes on about how he just moved here from Oakland and his friend 'Scott' gets the bud from the club for about 110 an ounce, but has to buy so much at once and can't possess that much, so he lets go of it for a good price. As we're pulling close to the house, he starts talking about how his friend has a wife (who doesn't know about his selling) and kids, and doesn't want any trouble for them, so he's very careful; talking about people coming around shooting up "our" kids. At that point I got very suspicious, but was past the point of just kicking this black guy out of my car.
He insisted we pull into the inclined driveway at this house on the corner where he said his friend lived, which had all the windows barred and covered with opaque screens. He got out of the car and said he'd go get the bud... and my friend did the stupidest thing in the history of the dope game: he handed him the money... without even seeing the weed! I watched the guy walk and turn the corner. A few minutes later my brilliant friend has an epiphany and says "I think that nigger just robbed us!" (it's ok he's black) He went to the door and knocked, obviously with no answer. I remembered watching him walk, and I would've seen if he walked up to the door. I laughed and pulled the car out of the driveway, thinking to myself it's probably better he just handed him the money, the asshole probably would've come back and held us up at gunpoint.
This has given me a chance to reflect upon myself and where I place my trust. I've decided to give up smoking, leave the crime to the criminals. I don't have to do anything in retaliation; karma will sort this guy out.
I must admit it was a well planned scam and if I ever run into this guy again I'll have to thank him for giving me an important life lesson: never trust a stranger, especially if they claim to be from Oakland.
On a lighter note, it was the most expensive blunt I've ever smoked!
