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Beer. Tell me about a murder. Tell me about the location of a murder or whatever he would say. I'm just kidding, Vlad. I love watching Vlad tv. It's great. And soft. White underbelly. Great shows. You ready? Let me tell this story to the camera. But we'll cut to whatever, make it look cool. I'm gonna tell this story in full. You probably heard the story before, but I'll tell you because there's a 15 year conclusion. Not even conclusion, just a no way. As you know, I used to sell weed. I used to sell a lot of marijuanas, right? Schedule ones. I used to sell a lot of schedule ones. All right? I sold a lot of weed to a lot of people. And I only sold weed to people that weren't my friends. If you weren't my friend, it's because you were a friend of my friend and they vouch for you. I don't let anybody over my house. I don't let anyone know what I have. I have too much. I'll get robbed. It's Merced. I kept that under wraps. So you guys heard this. There's a story time called the Worst Weed Customers. And there's one in there about a certain dude. Now let me tell you the story. I sell weed. I have a scale. I got my everything. Everything you need. Baggies, everything. I'm a weed dealer. So what I would do when I was out of town, I would put like 10, 10 sacks and outside, a couple eights, a couple dubs, right? 20 sex. My brother lived next door to me, so we shared the in between space. And in between space was covered like an old carport. There was couches where people keep like riding lawnmowers. We had a cool little space in between, like my backyard meets his side yard. So there was couches back there. So I would pay like, yo, I'm in Santa Cruz. What do you need a dub? All right. Go to the flower couch if you're Looking at the flower couch, left side, under the far left cushion in the back. That's a dub. Leave the money there. Not once did anybody ever not leave the money. Not once did anybody ever steal my shit out of, like, six years there, five years doing this shit every single day. Because sometimes I don't want to, like, talk to people. I'm doing shit. So I would leave weed in the mailbox. Leave weed under this. On the porch. It was an old house. It was covered. Like, the porch was covered. Like, I had a good thing going. So I would leave weed everywhere. Everything went good. I sold weed all the time. I would put it this way. I was probably selling 40 sacks a day, whether it was an eighth or an ounce or this. It's a lot of weed. A lot of people coming through my house, and I would like to leave it outside so it didn't look like I was talking to everybody every time. It was just. I try to keep it under wraps a little bit more. Anyway, there was this one guy I met through a friend. Let's call him Michael. There was this guy named Michael I met. He kind of reminded me of, like, a ghetto. A ghetto Mexican version of the fat kid. Mikey from recess. Remember Mikey from recess? The big kid? That's kind of cool and nice, but a ghetto Mexican version. So, like, not mean, not threatening. He seems pretty chill. He's cool. But, man, besides, Mikey from recess, this guy was fucking annoying. He would just ask me questions about shit that's like, you know, the thing I hate the most is when people say something as a question to see if I'll ask the question about it. Oh, man, this is not looking good. Oh, this looks bad. Doesn't look good over here. I can't stand that shit. Like, do you want me to ask you what's wrong? Just say, hey, check this out. Like, don't do that shit to me. I ate it. And he would do that. Yeah. You know, if I had a scale, you know, I could split this sack. Do you want to use my scale, man? Just say, can I use your scale? Don't do that question. I hate that. My mom does that to me. I can't stand it anyway. Just ask me a question, man. Don't beat around the bush. He did that, and I was like, oh, it's the first thing. Okay. Oh, this guy's annoying. It's okay. I'm a nice. I'll let it be. He sat there, he smoked a bowl. I'm like, oh, don't let this be a regular thing for I don't know you. He left. I'm like, okay. He's one of the few people I sell we that I don't know personally to hang out with. He comes over the next day and he asked me for an eighth. And I'm like, okay, cool, here's an eighth. $50. Like, that's how much. While I was taxing back then, I was like, 50 bucks. He goes, hey, can I split this? I went half on my friend. And in my head I'm like, if you're gonna sell it and keep, just tell me if you're gonna skimp somebody. Because the way he split the sack up, I'm like, that's a gram and that's two and a half. I obviously, you're skimping the out of your homie and pocketing weed. I see what's going on. Do you need a bag, too? All right, here, check my scale. So I let me do my scale. He came over every single day. He's one of those dudes that doesn't sell weed, doesn't have enough money to sell weed or the discipline or the financial literacy to make money back to go buy more weed. He just like, yo, you got 15 bucks? I'm going to pocket a little bit of this nugget. I'm gonna buy a ten sack. And now I got five dollars and another three times a day. No job, no aspirations. Like, I got a free 1.5 today. That's what he did. Every day. Every day. And you know what? Don't. I don't knock it, dude. That's what you want to do. I did that shit in high school before I sold weed. But not like when you're like 30. This guy was older than me and he's kind of gangster looking. So I'm like, buy a scale and start slinging, because this is ridiculous. You're here three times a day sometimes to buy a 15 sack. Did this all the time. And like, can you just kill every tank? You just got any baggies? But you know, I got baggies, motherfucker. I have your weed in a bag. And I got to the point where I was like, here's some scissors. Cut in the middle, cut in the middle and seal it. I'm tired of giving you fucking four bags every time you come over, dickhead. I'm not supplying your weed business. This is not cool. I don't even know you. Anyway, I was too nice. And he kept doing it. He kept doing it. And then it got to the point in the story, guys. He Started coming. I can't even hit that. He started coming over and buying an eighth and splitting it five, six ways. Then he started coming over, buying a dub and splitting it up three, four ways. That's a gram. Two. He's giving people 0.4s and probably charge them 10 bucks each. Flattening the nug out to fill up the bag little. I mean, I would do that in high school for a 10 sack, but not scamming all my friends every day so I can come up and they would. They'd be in the car, be a new person in the car every day, dropping in to get the weed. And I'd see other people, like another car. Damn, you just got hella homies. You just fucking skip. Fuck, dude. And I had fire. So, like, I don't think they cared anyway. There was times we come, can I. Can you kind of split this up? And I just got to the point where I'm like, this guy sucks so bad. I stopped answering him like, I'm fucking over you. Coming. The most he ever got was like 8 grams once. And he split it like 16 fucking ways. Use 24 of my bags and 18 minutes of my time, and I'm sitting in my kitchen like, yeah, yeah, got some to do today. You. You done well. Like, weed in the bag. Okay, let's get out of here. That's how I felt. Like, please, please get the out of my house. And I met him through Jeebs. And Jeebs would always be like, that's your friend. Like, you piece of. That's your friend that you introduced me to. And Jeebs had moved out by this time, so now he's stuck. And. And now he's Nama's weed guy, and he's never gone away. And it would. It would bug me. And I stopped answering his calls, man. It got to the point where I'm like, I can't deal with you. You're too much. I don't want to sell you weed anymore. Go somewhere else. And I would stop to answer his calls. And I just. He just stop. He's found somebody else. If you get high and you're a pothead and your weed guy stops answering, you have a new guy in like four days. And like, it's. It's like, oh, I moved on. Relationship's over. I don't know you anymore. Like, get out of here so fast. Yeah, so fast. Dude, the weed dealer. Relationships, like, dude, I think you're awesome. Smoking weed together. Like, man, this guy's so cool. You don't got no weed. I will see you for three years, man. Like, that's it. It's like, no, no, I. I like the Wii. But you're happy. You're a plus because you're cool. You're a cool weed dealer. Doesn't mean I will not leave your ass in two seconds. Like, same with me, dude. I feel like, no, I need somebody else. John went missing and in four a month flat, I had to find.
