From: pez@manhattan.com (Gizmo) Subject: The Adventures of Smacks Past (Part 10) (Bad Dope, Good Dope?) Date: 1996/09/20 newsgroups: alt.drugs.hard Okay here is one I always liked. It's a short one, but it's neat. I think it was around 1967/68. I was pretty strung out at the time and one evening I was starting to get sick and I needed to cop real bad. As happened so often, I didn't have any money. The usual, "what to do?" Well, I didn't do this real often, but having been burned a few times myself, I thought I would try to sell some beat shit to someone. So I went into my mothers medicine cabinet and found some type of cold remedy that was white, tasted like dope and disolved when you put water on it. I packaged up four or five dummy bags of this concoction and headed over to the Bainbridge section of the Bronx to find a victim. It wasn't long before two guys came by looking to score. They asked me who had anything. I told them I did and proceded to sell them the four bags of "smack." Thank god. Now I had twenty dollars to cop some dope for myself. Problem solved, right? Right. Yea, it was solved all right except for the fact that I had to go back to that neighborhood from time to time. So every time I went there to score I was looking over my shoulder. Well sure enough about a week later I'm hanging out there and here come the two guys I sold the beat shit to! Panic time. Shoud I run? Will I have a fight on my hands? They have already spotted me, so running would look a little stupid. I stand there among the drug dealers and users and await the inevitable. Finally one of them comes up to me and says, "Hey man, that was pretty good stuff, do you have any more?!!!!" Duhhhh. Holy shit, I said to myself. Can you believe that these guys actually thought they bought "good stuff." Worse yet, they got high on it. Whew. Made me want to go home and shoot some of whatever it was myself. Go figure. Copyright Gizmo 1996