i just dropped another fat bud . theres probably 9 grams now
So my so called "friend" stole a gram of weed that I BOUGHT from him. I actually left it in his car along with my wallet when I was stoned. I was wondering what is the best way to get him back should I steal a gram back from him, beat his ass, or just forget about it and keep the friendship since he's my only connection?
Any help is appreciated.
Peace.
Ask him about it. If he is a friend he will tell ya what happend if he is just your dealer then forget it just dont do that again. How much is a gram 10$
A whole gram?
Man I wouldn't even venture a guess at how much weed I've swept off the table or into the floorboard of cars.
I noticed that the OP hasn't posted back so I assume he either got arrested for throwing eggs at the guys house or slashed his wrists.
If you get out this life with only having a gram of weed stolen from someone you thought was friend, your going to be just fine.
May I suggest, you just forget about, and write that gram off to the game. A gram isn't worth the risk of doing something you may regret later, and cost you much more than that gram of weed to resolve.
And be more selective in who you befriend. It's not the quantity of friends you acquire in life, but the quality of friends that will enhance the quality of your own life.
I totally agree with Bosco! 'your friend should give you a boot in the ass for leaving weed in his car.' I too would 'hate to be driving around thinking I had a clean car only to be pulled over and busted for 1 gram.'
You should 'Be more careful with your weed'.
You should kick your own ass for being stoned and putting your burden on other people. If I was him, I would smoke that ish too!
Texian
a gram here is $30
I don't know.
I guess that I never really thunk about it. I mean in the movies it's the dealer who always supplies the bud for the test bowl.
Like if I gift a oz to a friend but I wanna go smoke a bowl with em too, then I always toss in an extra bud or two.
But I think what most folks are saying here is that this truly is a small thing to get torqued off about.
I'll tell you something far worse.
I was out with this chick I know and she drinks when she parties. A LOT!
Anyway she wears dentures and that night she got totally wasted and I decide to just drive her home and let her sleep it off in a spare bedroom.
So I pour her ass in and am driving home and she says she's gonna hurl, so I get the window down just in time.
She puked wine all down the side of my SUV. Annoying as that is, her bottom dentures fly out the window and bounce off of the cops windshield behind me.
Now I'm disabled with a head injury and fucked up eye so I'm not supposed to drive. At all.
So the cop pulls me over and I explain the situation and he not only lets me go, he wants to have another cop drive me home, just to be safe since I can't see out of one eye at all and the other is near blind in the dark.
So I can't argue and must allow this cop to drive while another follows us with his fuckin lights on, into my driveway.
So thank god we get there and he turns off his lights so my neighbors don't freak, but these bastards then offer to help me get her inside to bed.
Now my operation is pretty damn stealth, with the door hidden behind a big DVD book case, magnetic locks and even cameras so I can know if I have company before leaving my garden.
But I smoke pot and most of my friends do also, so I have paraphernalia all over my place. So one guy helps me carry this drunk chick inside and I run in ahead to open the bedroom door and right there on the spare bed is a bag of weed, one my my friends had left. So I sweep it into the trashcan real quick and go back to help get her inside.
Well I was lucky cause one of the cops wife works at a dispensary and he was cool about it. The other cop smelled my shit and wanted to look around. I showed them my paperwork and the asshole cop still insisted on looking around. So I conceded, trusting in my stealth setup to protect me, I was legal at the time but still don't want pigs in my garden.
Well the cops left and all was cool so I showered and went to bed.
The next morning I awoke to the smell of fresh coffee brewing and got dressed and headed for the kitchen.
Over coffee she apologized profusely and thanked me for putting that trashcan close to the bed. It was a good thing it was there too cause she filled it with puke.
So we're sittin there having coffee and a buddy comes by. Says he left his keys in my spare room...
So who owes him a bag of weed?
^Can't say I agree with any of this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qmp2_WdFoPE
hardcore, drum playin, ass whipping. (Shades of Wing Chun, in this style of knife fighting)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s66QUVtyDpc&feature=related
IMHO. Weapons tilt the advantage in a fight. If I am ever in the position where I have to protect myself, I want all the help I can get. Why put yourself at a disadvantage? Ego?
In other words... take a gun to a knife fight.