For any re-sellers/vendors/bulk buyers out there, what made YOU risk your freedom for more money? Supporting a family? Tired of being broke? On top of USPS, IRL distribution, police & robberies the other paranoia that comes with dealing. What made you start selling drugs? I just wanted enough money, to cover my ass incase of anything happened. But I wanted to share MY dealing experience..
So today marks the 1 month of me stop selling, but anyway's heres my story!
Story Time: I worked at a coffee shop 6-9 months back ago, (college student) + (living with my family) until I got fired. I promised myself that the next job I would get would not be a minimum wage job ever again. I fulfilled my promise but after I got fired, I was scared, and nervous because I only had $300 to my name & I wasn't looking into finding another shitty ass job. Fuck 8.25 job man.
I found out during that time I was working that you can successfully buy drugs online and have it shipped but I always saw the potentially to make money off it and the risks behind it. Felonies, Jail, Lawyers, Money... Your whole life completely ruined. If the vendor was sending it through USPS, US Domestic, took proper stealth, proper re-turn labels etc... I would receive my packs 99.9% of the time. Statistically. But I was only going to sell an OZ at a time and nothing more. (wasn't much a drug user back then) & I started to deal...
I live in a small/decent town, but it was separated from North/South side from Chicago. & In my town, there were different type of plugs but they were all drug addicts supporting there habits and the police were focusing on getting the "town's dealer" & I was only a new player in the field, but I only focused on weed because everyone smokes weed + cops had better things to do besides go after a college kid with a zip of weed?
I took all the money I had from my shitty minimum wage job and picked up my 1st OZ back in September around the time I got fired. & of course I sold it in gram/8th sellers to my weekly sellers and they FUCKING loved it. I moved the zip in week span. They never smoked anything that good before and they asked where I was picking up this weed from? Of course I told them I knew a guy who I got it from. They din't care, as long as I kept bringing FIRE weed. I would have the same customers x2 a day picking up dubs for a week straight. $40 off a person a day. I kept it safe and pretty simple. But I NEVER TOLD ANYONE I'D BUY OFF THE DN. I always took the "extras" I got from vendors and I sold it, and I lived off $40-60 a week + my trap money I had. The only expense was my gas and monthly phone bill.
2 months later in November-December I was picking up a HP of bud and asked a close friend for money up-front and picked up my first HP. From when I received my pack, from weighting it out.. I sold the HP in 1 hour, all in cash and paid my friend back. I was ready to pick up more BTC and sending my order out. I had my guys who did the dirty-work for me, all I had to do was receive the pack and give it to my guys and get paid for it. A simple middle-man job.
Note: I always focused on direct dealing because I've seen so many markets coming and going. It's not worth having any money on it, or worst case better off finalizing. Being fucked by the market is the worst type of luck.
Some people may ask, "why don't you pick up more weight then you need to?" Because, this was my parents house and I only had such a strict window of time, to move weight. But I was only selling zips at the time. Maybe an QP sale but then the rest zips.
But If your serving zips, your moving weight to a extend. But one way, I kinda got fucked was serving my friend a zip to his house, paid me and I left. But he took the same zip and he was in the car, about to serve someone an 8th and the cops catch him + the zip of weed he had. (dumbass I Know) He got arrested, and got questioned. I ask him if they asked where he got his bud? He said yeah, but he told me he lied. I call BULL-SHIT.
But fast forward another 2 months, In February-March, I started to go deep into the dealing. I was receive LB's and continue to move weight. I was using a friend has a stash-house, trap phone, and kept proper ospec. I continue to attend school but my grades were shit. I was selling at-least 1-2 lb a week. (900-1000 per LB I was profiting) from doing this job. I barely spent my money and kept saving + allowance I get from my parents.
I was selling 1/2 the weight in my city (where i fucked up) , and 1/2 the weight somewhere else. But it was consistent work, but at the point I only had 3-4 big sales per week. I did all I can to serve them and I was printing money. I barely got sleep, I was so sleep deprived and knowing I had packs coming I never had a proper good-night sleep.
I was moving LB's until I stop this month. I was getting out of my car one day from school and I see DEA/Police agents chilling on my street. The best way for me to explain is, there would be no reason for a police car to be parked near my house just staring at me for the past week, but at different times because I noticed outside my window. It scared me, but I knew they could raid my house and I would be completely clean but they would start questioning me. That's how investigations start, sure they can pull you over for drug paraphilia shit but they want to do raid you with LBS of weed. I realized that I was the town's supplier.
I started to also realize that I was serving in my town, which made me start becoming a hot boy. I saw how much amount of weight I was moving + the money but It was only from selling weed that I was convinced that I wanted to sell drugs for a little bit longer. I loved the feeling of receiving thousands of dollars in cash and counting the money when I went to sleep. I loved the life style, but nothing lasts forever.
But eventually I realized I had such a huge life ahead me, with a career and job and knowing that I could have my life ruined from this shit. I could be fucked from so many ways, I realised it wasn't worth it.
I was lucky enough from dealing for 6 months, to make roughly $9,000-$10,000 off it and now deciding where I want to travel to relax and then look for legal ways to make money off it.
I liked the part where you also get allowance from your parents.