What's not to love about the job? It's easy to get into, requires no credentials, gives you a fleeting sense of "cool" among (some) friends.....
http://www.vice.com/en_se/read/we-asked-drug-dealers-about-the-times-they-almost-got-caught
We Asked Drug Dealers About the Times They Almost Got Caught....
What's not to love about the job? It's easy to get into, requires no credentials, gives you a fleeting sense of "cool" among (some) friends.....
http://www.vice.com/en_se/read/we-asked-drug-dealers-about-the-times-they-almost-got-caught
[8 Points] WhyBubbleWhy:
[8 Points] DarkKnight_1111:
Sounds like some pussy drug dealers to be honest. Anybody who had sold drugs has had close calls and depending on the weight I could see being scared straight but these are very very small time dealers getting scared over pennys.
[6 Points] None:
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[2 Points] zysr90:
I was selling xans for a while, after about a yr I had my secure apartment forcefully broken into 3 times when I wasn't home by at least two different people.
Stopped selling since then
I know it's not really LE, sorry to segway
[1 Points] None:
I got caught selling my cock because it was always out
that ain't shit.
Once I was chased out of basement by 4-5 cops. Me and 3 friends went down to smoke some weed in the building we hustled out of. Narcs end up going in through the front while we were downstairs sitting on the washing machines rolling up. I got up to talk some shit n noticed some dude clearly out of place with his gun out, as I bring the dutch master back up to my mouth to roll the bud, we lock eyes.
He immediately yells at me to stay right there as I drop my weed, scream feds, and run outside the basement into the building's concrete yard. My friend ran with me, my other friend was sitting on washing machine and got caught. I go all the way around the backyard, essentially circling the building then go back into the building from the other side, walk yp a different set of stairs run up to the 3rd floor where friends lived.
From there I looked down toward the lobby and saw 4-5 more cops walking down toward the basement, I could hear them running n their radios going off.
This friend of mine's mother would not let me in their house that hoe, but I couldn't leave out the front. I ran up to the roof, where I'm from buildings are lined up close to one another 4-5 feet apart. I had to fucking jump roofs to the next building, and made it. Ran down the steps of that building and went to a friend's apartment in there.
My other friend who ran with me and came up to the 3rd floor with me, well that was his cousins house. He ended up staying in the first building in his cousins house. His dumb ass decides to change clothes and go outside to come to the building where I was at. He swore they wouldn't recognize him.
I'm now upstairs playing Mario Kart on the GameCube high af when my friend whose apartment I was in comes back upstairs from checking out the scene and tells me our dumb ass friend came back down in change of clothes, was recognized, and is now in handcuffs going to jail lmaoooo.
Oh, I also left behind a $500 North Face jacket sitting on one of those washing machines. Those were the days man.