Dante
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(Originally posted on: 09-22-06 08:35:43 PM)
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Earlier, a friend and I got duped in our pursuit to buy quality weed.
We met 'Stevie' on the train earlier this week, on the way to HempFest in Boston. He overheard us talking about White Widow, and gave us his name and number. He lived in the town next to ours, and would be happy to hook us up with some.
Fast-forward to tonight.
My friend and I drive across the border, into Stevie's town. We are supposed to meet him in front of a local convinence store, where the deal is planned to go down.
For some reason he's on foot when he arrives. Yet, he says we need to drive back to his house to "pick it up." It takes a suspiciously long time to drive the distance he says he just walked.
Once the three of us are in my car, he starts going on about how he "only gets the good shit...I buy 20 pounds at a time. If it's not quality, I send it back, man."
Once we get to what he calls the "back-entrance" of his house, my friend goes with him to walk to his house. I wait with the car, told that it should take 5 minutes or so to walk there and back. It seems a little bit long.
My friend comes back eventually, bragging about how nice Stevie's house is. He didn't get offered inside, and in fact the weed was outside in the yard for some reason.
"Stevie said that I could come hang out anytime, and that if I could move weed fast, he could get us a better deal...Man, he has jetskis!"
Due to our position on a busy street, we take off quick, and stow the weed under the seat. 15 minutes later, at home, we realize we've been played: Inside of three layers of sandwich bags, were actual weeds...not weed. *facepalm*
In hindsight, it's clear that was not Stevie's house, and that he has slinked into the night with our money. After calling him back to see what the fuck was up, he laughed and hung up.
We lost over $150 between the two of us; I lost $75 myself, due to the fact that I was fronting cash for two other people (certainly something I will never, ever do again...One of many lessons learned this evening).
IT GETS BETTER, THOUGH: It only took me 5 minutes, however, to find Stevie's MySpace page...
After only 30 minutes of investigatory journalism, I had found his address, phone number, cell phone number, where he works, what college he went to, his brother's name, his mother's name, his sister's name and his girlfriend's name...
What should I do to get back at Stevie (if anything at all), without him knowing it was me?
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