Buying drugs wasn’t easy when i was 13

So I made the careful decision when i was the ripe old age of 13, to buy some weed. I was so stoked. I had smoked some before, but this time it would be MINE. I decided on 30$ worth… i felt like it wasn’t too much, but that it would be enough. I got into contact with a friend in my class who i knew sold some. Me and my friend S were supposed to meet them down at the beach, but then we ended up meeting him at Borders Books. We give him the money, and he goes to get it…

Okay, looking back, there were so many problems with this whole deal… From start to finish. I should have just saved my money and stolen some from my mom…

Anyways he comes back.. Why he didn’t have it with him in the first place is just beyond me… like the cops are gunna go up to this rich little white boy and ask if he has any weed… whatever…

He hands us the ‘package’ and walks away. My friend and I are so excited, we can barely contain ourselves… We hide it in my bag, and walk down to the beach. I had taken some rolling papers from my moms room earlier in the day… so it was on. 

We found a nice little spot in the sand that hid us from people, and opened the package!

If i could type the sound of disappointment i would… maybe waah wah waaaaah.

The amount of weed in that package would fit on a dime and still have room for more. It was literally nothing. not even enough for a joint! NOT ENOUGH FOR ANYTHING.

I spent thirty goddamned dollars on pretty much what you would be in a pipe after 10 people had already hit it. Ridiculous.

I didn’t know what to do… it’s not like you can file a customer complaint with you local junior high drug dealers office. Not like i was going to go home crying to my mom about the worst weed deal in the history of the planet earth.

The only shred of joy that came from this experience is when the guy who sold me the stuff was sent to rehab by his super strict Jewish parents. I laughed so hard, and thats when i knew karma was just the best.

Even to this day, the thought of what that little shit gave me pisses me off.

I don’t smoke weed anymore… i don’t like not feeling… and the insane munchies and the paranoia suck as well.

Moral of this story: CHECK YO SHIT BEFORE YOU BUY IT… or just dont buy it.. Drugs are bad… M’KAY