malkop_zolkop
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Damn, the scoring in Johannesburg thread has just reminded me of the weirdest score situation ever.
As a kid, I used to catch a train through to Johannesburg, generally to hit the underground raves in the early years and such...
So, we are tripping our tits off as we get into Johannesburg central, and the clown who was tasked with handling the cannabis realises he has forgotten it.
Now, this isn't really a problem as such, as you can score with relative ease. But it is a supply and demand situation and the only place that we knew of to score immediately was the hotdog vendor outside "The Doors", and he would supply ready rolled for a pretty penny. Now my hard earned cash was supposed to see me through a solid weekend of non stop raving. And that becomes a serious problem with the prices.
Anyhow, we were pissed and start our walk to the Carlton Centre to see if we could hook up, and the walk takes us past the supreme court, and down Eloff street.
Now Eloff street was where the bums would congregate at night. I got a bright idea to ask a bum. Everyone said bullshit, it won't work... It did. He took us to a hostel which in itself is a nerve wracking situation for most of us, but we had the God of Cannabis on our side and a head full of acid.
This bum tells us, ten bucks, plus a finder's fee. So we reckon ok, only if we can see the goods. now seeing the goods requires two of us going into a hostel. We're kids.
SWAT trained cops wouldn't even go in without a riot reaction unit, but we need to score. So I go in, with my best friend, we're both tripping so what the fuck do we care? We meet Jabulani the man who sells the smoke.
He shows us the gear, and it is good slightly compressed but still fucking top quality. So I agree there and then.
Sorted.
I hand over the Ten and he proceeds to pour the remainder of the contents of a hessian bag into a large CLEAR plastic bag. Only he pours and pours until he pours it all. I look around and these bags are stacked to the roof. This man had the goods to spare.
He hands over this bag. Both of us kept our mouths shut, I shoved it under my coat and my mate sorts the bum out with his finder's fee (5 bucks for those that care - It was worth it). We book outside, and then began to worry. You see... This was a large amount of cannabis, and if we're caught the cops aren't just going to let us go.
How we got around that was another story altogether, but it was a serious situation.
Ah well, we stayed stoned for many months after that, and the weight of the goods when we got back home? 2.5Kgs. When we packed it tight and wrapped the bag around it, it was the size of two loaves of bread side by side.
Good times!
It taught me several very valuable lessons. Never pass up the opportunity to score. Never play it too cool or too good to go to lengths other people wouldn't, and always sort your finder out. If that bum had his head screwed on, and used that five bucks there he could have made a pretty penny. Who knows?
Oh, and the number one thing I learned? Never leave the cannabis up to someone else to handle. Do it yourself.
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Only this year, I met someone who told me he scores off this bloke in the hostels who isn't shy with the amounts. This is how I got to find out his name was Jabulani.
Still around after 15 years. Good on him.
As a kid, I used to catch a train through to Johannesburg, generally to hit the underground raves in the early years and such...
So, we are tripping our tits off as we get into Johannesburg central, and the clown who was tasked with handling the cannabis realises he has forgotten it.
Now, this isn't really a problem as such, as you can score with relative ease. But it is a supply and demand situation and the only place that we knew of to score immediately was the hotdog vendor outside "The Doors", and he would supply ready rolled for a pretty penny. Now my hard earned cash was supposed to see me through a solid weekend of non stop raving. And that becomes a serious problem with the prices.
Anyhow, we were pissed and start our walk to the Carlton Centre to see if we could hook up, and the walk takes us past the supreme court, and down Eloff street.
Now Eloff street was where the bums would congregate at night. I got a bright idea to ask a bum. Everyone said bullshit, it won't work... It did. He took us to a hostel which in itself is a nerve wracking situation for most of us, but we had the God of Cannabis on our side and a head full of acid.
This bum tells us, ten bucks, plus a finder's fee. So we reckon ok, only if we can see the goods. now seeing the goods requires two of us going into a hostel. We're kids.
SWAT trained cops wouldn't even go in without a riot reaction unit, but we need to score. So I go in, with my best friend, we're both tripping so what the fuck do we care? We meet Jabulani the man who sells the smoke.
He shows us the gear, and it is good slightly compressed but still fucking top quality. So I agree there and then.
Sorted.
I hand over the Ten and he proceeds to pour the remainder of the contents of a hessian bag into a large CLEAR plastic bag. Only he pours and pours until he pours it all. I look around and these bags are stacked to the roof. This man had the goods to spare.
He hands over this bag. Both of us kept our mouths shut, I shoved it under my coat and my mate sorts the bum out with his finder's fee (5 bucks for those that care - It was worth it). We book outside, and then began to worry. You see... This was a large amount of cannabis, and if we're caught the cops aren't just going to let us go.
How we got around that was another story altogether, but it was a serious situation.
Ah well, we stayed stoned for many months after that, and the weight of the goods when we got back home? 2.5Kgs. When we packed it tight and wrapped the bag around it, it was the size of two loaves of bread side by side.
Good times!
It taught me several very valuable lessons. Never pass up the opportunity to score. Never play it too cool or too good to go to lengths other people wouldn't, and always sort your finder out. If that bum had his head screwed on, and used that five bucks there he could have made a pretty penny. Who knows?
Oh, and the number one thing I learned? Never leave the cannabis up to someone else to handle. Do it yourself.
--
Only this year, I met someone who told me he scores off this bloke in the hostels who isn't shy with the amounts. This is how I got to find out his name was Jabulani.
Still around after 15 years. Good on him.
. It was always loads of fun going to his place and and listning to his Mozambican passada music. Never thought I would be living in his country. But now I am and I love their music and culture.
, especially JHB. We had so much fun candyflipping and the likes!
. Just, interested in knowing if ppl around the world know where Jozi is. It's Johannesburg, South Africa by the way.
