if i was to "front" 10k of weed to a legal buisnees(dispensary) then i would do like any company, and write up a contract with the goods recieved, along with an invoice....
or
i would call up a few ppl i know and have the angels show them why they should not screw around
i guess it would depend how much i felt insulted
See that's kind of the issue, it's like guys who do this shit are basically calling your bluff that you won't do shit to them because either:
1. You're too nice of a person.
2. You don't have the connections or the gumption to do it yourself.
I'll tell a little story:
Once there was a guy named Dave. Dave thought he was the shit. He spent most of his days looking for a lick to hit, and if he didn't find one that felt victimless (like a robbery from a corporate entity) he was all to commonly comfortable with victimizing whoever he happened across.
This went on for MANY years to the point where he earned a reputation for himself. Unfortunately for Dave, my reputation did not precede me (because I didn't use violence as a way to control by fear--as it's worth noting Dave himself did--but rather as an absolute last resort), so one day Dave decided it'd be an excellent idea to rob me.
Rob me he did, and totally fucked I was.
You see, I owed money to a very scary individual for the product that I had lost. He made it clear that bad things would happen to me and mine if the situation were not resolved, but he was reasonable and gave me some extra time.
I used that time to track Dave down, kneecap him, throw him in a van with several buddies. There he stayed until he decided it'd be in his best interest to lead me to my missing product and any money he might have made on the sale of it. I also took a few of his personal belongings for interest and inconvenience.
Now fast forward 15 years. Dave walks fine, his knees healed. Dave is still kind of a douche, but do you know what he is not? A douche who robs people.
To my knowledge that was the last time he took something that wasn't his. He has a job, and actually a family now. I'm happy for Dave. Go Dave.
Now I wonder what path the dumbass might've ended up on had I not done what I did. My gut tells me he would've tried the dumb shit he tried with me with someone who was packing (not rare in Cook County, probably the least rare occurence relative to anywhere else in the country--statistics make that pretty clear) and would've found himself blown away in a parking lot somewhere.
Little Kayla and Martin (his kids) wouldn't exist, because their daddy never would've made it past 21.
Now, you can say I'm the big bad wolf in this story if you want to--but the reality is that even if that was the case, my primary impetus was protecting myself from a bigger, badder, wolf. Secondarily I was also interested in continuing to live in a house with my family.
Maybe I'm a dick, but this is what the drug game is in the Chicagoland area. If you owe--you pay. Period, full stop.
If I had gotten all Ghandi about it I'd probably be walking around with a few less fingers right now if I were even able to walk, or if I were alive in the first place. I didn't want to deal drugs, but I didn't know an alternative as a kid. That's part of why I'm so passionate about legalization (of ALL drugs, not just pot)--because I know that our choice not to legalize and regulate is guaranteed to leave the dirty work to still more kids who don't know what they're getting into.
If I knew what I know now I would go back and switch the whole thing around, but I'm hardly going to pay pennance for doing the only thing I could do in situations like these.
It was take a bullet, find a way to print money, or go get my shit back from Dave. The first two options obviously aren't reasonable.
If you want to time travel to the past and pay off my debts for me or feed my family and I--or keep the heat on in winter--I'd be MORE THAN HAPPY to accept that charity from you.
The truth, though, is that you weren't there.
No one was.
