the craziest things you've done to attain? story time.

so what is it?
personally, I've never done anything crazier than use craigslist a couple times, but I don't remember everything from my college years either..
recently, I was dry, and considered hanging around head shops, but I'm awful at small talk unless I'm at a party.

To normal people who don't frequent sites like these the craziest thing would probably be growing it and ordering stuff (other substances) off the Internet.

It's always funny to see peoples reaction after revealing a couple secrets like that

Fuckin mexico.
Asked the hotel bellboys where i could find some he said gimme a sec, went to a phone called up a taxi driver which was there in 5 min
The bellboy then said trust him and go with him. We drove to a shitty part of rivera miya (didnt know that was possible)
The driver then proceeded to stop at 3 different locations acting shady.
We eventualy got our mexican weed but with the living shit being scared out of

i used to drive 35 minutes (each way) to this dude who lived in the sticks. i think that's extremely crazy considering i live in a city of over 200,000 but he had some shit i just couldn't get anywhere else. in fact i have a single plant in my closet from a seed from one of his sacks. he had this one fucked up batch of his magic smoke that had like 5 seeds per bud and i went back for a second sack the next day just to make sure i could get the seeds.

Johnny, that reminds me of a time when I was younger in Paris. Which strangely, was over liquor, which was legal to buy anyway. Ah.

Was at a church camp thing and went and smoked some weed in the forest and someone caught me and a friend. but luckily he wanted to smoked too

I use to walk uphill both ways through 2 feet of liquid fire to get my weed....Trials and Tribulations....Trials and Tribulations.

I don't know man...I've done a lot of crazy things for weed...Once I asked a total stranger on the MAX train(our version of mass transit) and he said he had some, then tried to rob me. We got into a fight on the train platform when he handed me a wadded up napkin for $40...The cops were a block away, and showed up FAST! They arrested him, and let me go after they found out the whole story. They said they had problems with the guy before over the same type of thing, and let me go after I lied and said he asked me, not the other way around. Funny thing was they found like a half oz on him when they finally searched him.

Then there was the free dub sack of expand-o weed I got off of Craigslist from a complete stranger.

Oh! and the just under an oz of weed I found in a backpack at the Sisters Rodeo back in '99. That was a very pleasant surprise. It was just sitting outside of a public restroom. I left it there. Went in to use the rest room, and no one was inside. Went outside, and asked around with the pack pack to see if I could find the owner. After like 20 minutes. I just took it back to camp with me. Found a pair of Teva's(that fit, and I used til '06), a cool newer tank top, and in the other pocket was like 7/8's of pretty good weed!

That first paragraph blotto reminds me when this one guy asked me if I wanted any weed. We were in a major city inside the main train station with tons of people around. He said he had trips and shrooms in a locker and if I followed him he'd sell me some. Of course I didn't. I didn't feel like dying that day. Anyway he kept bragging about how he ran this city and busted out a one hitter and started smoking to show he was badass or something I guess. He showed me a little sack and it looked and smelled great. He then asked how much money I had. I only had like 8 bucks but he said he'd sell me a half g for that. So we made the deal and this guy with a backpack and touristy tshirt comes up and starts yelling at the guy telling him to get the fuck out. He ended up being an undercover cop and continued to tell me to be careful and not talk to people like that. I guess he didn't know we made a deal so he let me go. Fastforward a few hours to when I'm on the train heading home. I FINALLY open the little paper towel the guy gave me the stuff in. I was so excited. But when I looked what it was my heart sank. It was three TINY nugs (I use that term loosely) of the hardest foulest looking weed. It smelled like ammonia and I could barely break it upwith my hands that's how hard it was. Being the kid I was of course I tried smoking it later. It gave me a headache and was a waste of money. Later on when back in that city a couple days later I left the baggie I put that shit in on some random fire hydrant. I walked past a couple hours later and it was gone. I probably got someones hopes ups bad...

Probably taking the bus from like 120th street to 34th ave in a city. The streets decrease to zero, and then the aves start going up.

Took like 2 and a half hours each way. With an oz in the pocket on the way back

Drove the "guy" to pick up over 6 hours away on 4/19 so he could be back on 4/20. got a free half oz for it

when i was younger i would go into the most ghetto places in dallas tx and basically pull in there and get whatever you want. I would NEVER do that shit now. i had a gun pulled on me only 1 time there, and several encounters with cops. but hey, i was 16 and wanted to get high lol

Back in the early 90's a friend of mine could get some Real skunky stuff, "2-toke" we called it. But we had to go to this crack house in southwest Detroit...sit for like an hour...while this guy ,who was clearly smacked out of his mind, walked around the house talking to himself,making clicking noises with his mouth, and crack heads coming in and out...it was a fuck'n trip.
And us...two white boys from the country...it was fun times

Sounds akward as fuck Rowlman.

And weed's pretty steady around here, Don't have to do anything to drastic most of the time. But me and my buddy were at his place in the country with no way to get into town to pick up but he remembered someone talking about one of his (Country) Neighbours had a grow op and we decided to go and see if he would sell. It was about a 45 minute bike ride and we werent sure what to expect so brought knives with us (Hidden of course.. Really only their if shit got fucked up for some reason) and approached the guy who was in his backyard. Ended up paying 40 bucks for a quarter of some amazing creeper. Best dealer I ever had. Every time you went to him he'd always be in his backyard smoking a doob and drinking a beer. Never remember who you were. And talked about all the stuff he had to too. (None of it ever got done and it was always the same list of chores when we saw him) But he had amazing counts, Amazing weed, And was a great (But very very forgetfull) Guy.

Hell im stoned...

Tenac87 said:

Sounds akward as fuck Rowlman.

And weed's pretty steady around here, Don't have to do anything to drastic most of the time. But me and my buddy were at his place in the country with no way to get into town to pick up but he remembered someone talking about one of his (Country) Neighbours had a grow op and we decided to go and see if he would sell. It was about a 45 minute bike ride and we werent sure what to expect so brought knives with us (Hidden of course.. Really only their if shit got fucked up for some reason) and approached the guy who was in his backyard. Ended up paying 40 bucks for a quarter of some amazing creeper. Best dealer I ever had. Every time you went to him he'd always be in his backyard smoking a doob and drinking a beer. Never remember who you were. And talked about all the stuff he had to too. (None of it ever got done and it was always the same list of chores when we saw him) But he had amazing counts, Amazing weed, And was a great (But very very forgetfull) Guy.

Hell im stoned...

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Well it did say CRAZIEST...Idk about akward

About a year ago, July 09, I was at a park with a few friends of mine. We were all dry, and this chick came up to us and started chattin' outa nowhere. So she's telling us her life story, and we get on the subject of drugs. She tells me she can hook me up, so I decided to go with her. My friends weren't down, and left me. So we left the park and met up with a friend of hers. We rolled out to this super ghetto part of LBC. Hella sketchy, had no idea where I was at the time. We get to their friends house, and that's when I discovered I would definitely not be getting weed. They were all smoking meth, while I just sat there (scared like no other, not just of them, but of the spiders crawling all over their trashy house). The owner of the house kicked one of their friends out, and so I decided to hitch a ride with them. By the time I got to their car, I realized I left my phone in the other chick's car. Ofcourse the couple who was going to give me a ride, decides they're definitely not waiting for me. So they speed off, and I run back to the meth house. Only to have the owner yelling at me about standing on his property. The chick I originally met felt bad and helped me get back my phone and convinced the house owner to give me a ride to the park. I got to smoke a blunt that night, but didn't get any weed out of the terrifying adventure. Definitely one of the scariest nights of my life.

Havnt got any crazy stories really,

The other night, my friend finished work late , and we wanted weed, and the dealer would only hang about till 11. So i had to meet my friend (his car was on the verge of going) whihc was 10 miles from me in the opposite way to the dealer, and then go 25 miles to the dealler. All this in the space of 40 minutes. 35 miles in 40 minutes. In a fiat punto 1.2 ! with a full car and it was raining pretty bad ! So yeh basically, stupidly, put mine and everyones elses life in danger for weed, not cool i know. But shit, i never knew i could drive like that, i would be spnning out on every roundabout and be able to contain a drift kinda.

What really got me that night was, 1. the dealer had to hang around for someone else, so could have gone at a normal pace to get there. and 2. 2 of the boys where moaning about the weed. My other mate was argueing with them which was safe as, there moaning about some nice homegrown clean weed.


I only meet dealers that i know will sort me out, e.g my mates have to know them well, or i know them. Never strangers, thats just stupid.