My first pick up (1011 hits)
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Submitted by matnotharry (View user info) at 2008-05-17 21:34:54 EDT
I got his number off a friend, that's always the way isn't it? I had been dry for six whole days and noone else seemed to have any. I'm no dopehead but I was beginning to crave.
"Jack", the friend said, "Jack will sort you out. His stuff is good."
What's he like I ask. I have never bought off a stranger before
"He was a student last year but dropped out. He's a nice bloke, he wont mess you around."
Right, I reply. How does the pick up work?
"He'll tell you to meet somewhere. You pay, you go. Simple as"
Right, I say again. I write down the number and hang up.
I spend the next three hours planning the message I plan to send Jack. I play around with words; trying to appear cool but not cocky, nonchalant but not offhand, assertive but not aggressive. Anything that wont give me away for the anxious, middle class boy that I am.
By the time I finalise my text I am at a house party; in a pulsating sea of people, plastic cups, cheap booze and drum n bass. I punch Jack's number into my phone and pause as my thumb rests over the send button. My brain whips up a montage of grim drug-based scenarios that could stem from this moment; my point of no return.
Fuck it, I mutter, and hit the button. I slip my phone back in my pocket as I let out a slow breath and sip whatever god-awful mix I was drinking.
Barely a minute goes by and a tinny rendition of Faith No More's 'Epic' begins to emanate from my jeans; Jack is ringing me.
I run to a secluded part of the house, it may have been a bedroom, and press the green answer button with no hesitation.
Jack has a voice like mine; he could be any one of a hundred acquaintances I've picked up in my two years here. As I make a request I subconsciously build a picture of him in my mind - he has fair hair, perhaps a bit taller than me with a slim build. He says half an oz is fine; gives me a price, a place and a time before saying goodbye. The phone goes back in my pocket and I get back to the party without a backwards glance.
Two days pass and before I know it I'm half naked in room my deciding what to wear - what's practical, what's noticeable, what looks best. I've gone to proms with less thought to my appearance. I settle on a green hoodie with no uni logos, skate shoes that are tight enough to run in and jeans I know wont slip down when it matters. I reply to a text confirming I'll be at the bridge as I grab my ip, my keys and my cash and head out the door.
I gave myself a generous amount of time to make it to the bridge but find I'm marching. I slow my pace and look around, just in case that guy suspected anything. I'm noticing every car that passes, I meet the eye of every person that walks by and I swear those coppers are eyeing me.
No, no they're not. Fuck em anyway. You haven't done anything wrong. I haven't done anything wrong. It's cool, keep going.
I skip the track that's banging in my ears and 50 cent comes on. I try and match my pace to his beat but it doesn't work, I'm beginning to get nervous. I skip track again and Blink comes on but it's too much. I keep hitting next track and finally settle on Iron Maiden. Nothing can go wrong now.
Before I know it I'm at the bridge. I hang on the stone wall and watch the water cascade down the weir. I keep an eye on everyone that passes, but noone gives me more than a passing glance. I check my phone, I'm two minutes early, he should be here any minute. I check the phone again. I'm nervous once more, this is worse than waiting on a date. Ironic given the purchase will chill me to another dimension. Perhaps I should go.
A straight backed guy in a brown jacket walks up to a spot six feet to my left and stops. I catch his eye and he gives me slight nod before staring straight ahead. This is it, I think, must remain cool. I wait for the guy to make the first move but he doesn't even blink. He must be waiting for the all clear, I think. I look past him across the bridge whilst he looks past me into the quiet road. We're working as a team, watching each other's backs. I can totally handle this, I'm super fucking cool.
Minutes pass by and I get nervous again. He looks at his watch and I look at mine, wondering if he's waiting for me to make a move. My bag slips off my shoulder but he's still staring dead ahead, this guy could be a sentry of the Queen. I'm beginning to regret coming out but know I cant return empty handed. Fuck it.
I walk towards him and he removes his headphones.
"You waiting for Jack too?" he asks with a grin
Yes, I reply. My voice is hoarse
"He's always late" the guy in brown says "Lazy too, he always does multiple drops like this, it's stupid"
The grin fades slightly and he goes to replace his headphones in a way that suggests the conversation is over. I return to my place on the wall and catch the last minute of Rolling Stone's Gimme Shelter as I try to slow my pulse.
Just as the butterflies in my stomach begin to rest a white Pergeot swerves round the corner and brakes sharply by the pavement. Brown jacket immediately makes for the car as his hand goes to his pocket. I watch out of the corner of my eye as the goods are quickly exchanged before my new friend turns and walks away, giving me a wink as he passes. I never see him again.
I head to the car, hand and cash in my sleeve as I'd practised, and attempt a greeting but it comes out as a croak.
Jack is how I imagined him; he gives me a cheery hello as he takes my cash and slips a warm green bundle into my hand in one fluid movement. I mutter my thanks as I clumsily stuff the clingfilm wrap in my pocket and figure there's nothing else to say, so I head back.
The temptation to run is huge, but I resist and am soon on the main street minding my own business like every other mindless shopper. Within ten minutes I am back in my room unwrapping the three green turds I just paid a small fortune for. They smell fun, fresh and exotic - but I decide I've had enough excitement for one day
User Reviews
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-30 12:44:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I fully intend to email you. Tonight.
Just so ya know.
Submitted by sexualchocolate1984 (user info) at 2008-05-20 09:52:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hook me up with Jack's number man! The market is flooded with such shit around here that peopole are charging £30 and 8th for anything even average, and I smoke everyday, need a decent supplyer. I miss the days of £70 half ounces!
We had our grow busted a year or so ago, got an old post about it...
http://www.ubersite.com/m/99894
I'm actually not joking about that number man, hook a brother up!
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2008-05-19 22:36:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/116824
Submitted by Ejryuu (user info) at 2008-05-19 16:33:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked the way this was written.
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2008-05-19 16:29:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-05-19 20:36:31 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
I thought this was going to be heroin or crack or something really bad.
Weeeed!
Nobody gets in trouble for buying weed.
Nevertheless, good story, well written just replace the weed with meth or something next time.
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Cannabis is going up to Class B in the UK, someone in the government has a bug in their arse about it : (
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-05-19 15:36:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I thought this was going to be heroin or crack or something really bad.
Weeeed!
Nobody gets in trouble for buying weed.
Nevertheless, good story, well written just replace the weed with meth or something next time.
Submitted by Hookhand (user info) at 2008-05-19 15:08:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2008-05-19 14:42:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Grow your own, easier.
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2008-05-19 12:57:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-19 10:02:31 BST (#)
Ranking: 1
white Pergeot swerves round
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A white Pergeot?! wtf
and wtf waiting two days to buy some grass
AND wtf 'it cost me a small fortune'!
AND WTF... oh I give up.
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Yep, a dirty crappy 106
Actually it was the next day but thought 'before I knew it 6 hours had passed' sounded a bit shit
£70 is a small fortune when you're a student! : p
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And Tanactin I hope you werent disappointed : s
czwij, thanks for the input...
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-19 07:00:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-19 11:32:25 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
Try arranging to pick up some weed when you can only pay with JJB gift-vouchers.
The dude's face was a picture.
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LOL
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-19 06:32:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Try arranging to pick up some weed when you can only pay with JJB gift-vouchers.
The dude's face was a picture.
Submitted by czwij (user info) at 2008-05-19 05:07:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
i fail to understand the big deal in buying pot.
i don't know what the jail terms are in the US for this, but morally i don't feel there is anything wrong with marijuana, so my behavior would correspond to that.
sorry, i thought the whole "terror" thing was pointless
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-19 05:02:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
white Pergeot swerves round
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A white Pergeot?! wtf
and wtf waiting two days to buy some grass
AND wtf 'it cost me a small fortune'!
AND WTF... oh I give up.
Submitted by forthewin (user info) at 2008-05-18 20:15:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
lyk omg tht wuz almost as scary as teh 1 tym i bawt condems!1
Submitted by X54 (user info) at 2008-05-18 19:28:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Your apprehension over such an apparently mundane transaction was amusing.
Submitted by tinactin (user info) at 2008-05-18 15:06:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I thought this was going to end with Jack fucking you.
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2008-05-18 12:31:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I hate working in a secondary school; I can't tell kids that drugs are great in moderation, sex should be dirty, sweaty and kinky, and touching yourself isn't wrong.
Fucking fascists.
Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2008-05-18 05:09:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I hate having to get drugs directly from the source. I remember being in the typical dealer house, the mattress on the floor, filthy kitchen, that faint smell of weed mixed with dog, and being absolutely terrified.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-18 02:10:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Sounds like a plotline in Skins.
Gimme Shelter is a cool song. Sisters of Mercy did an interesting cover.
Ricky Hatton and Old Trafford is next weekend, foo. :)
Submitted by sword (user info) at 2008-05-18 00:29:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
nice tale, well told
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-05-17 22:16:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2008-05-17 21:43:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment