when i was 17 we got driven by my dealers dealer to london, we were going to see cocteay twins, he was going to pick some stuff up, we went to this place in docklands, a penthouse flat with a merc and a beamer outside, absolutely astonishing, i had never seen such an amazingly opulent place, and there were full carrier bags of coke and e ready to sell on to smaller dealers, like, all in the kitchen, i couldnt even imagine the financial worth, they must have been importers, especially to pay for the place, it really was like being in the movies, totally opened my eyes. my friend was shifting 2ks worth a week, so his dealers dealer must have been shifting a hell of a lot
ive never seen anything like that since, but it really illustrates the blackmarket uber capitalism of narcotics, when you contrast that with the shitheads you see knocking out shit for a few quid.
whats the most opulent drug money scene you've scene
― lafayette penoril (gareth), Wednesday, 20 August 2003 22:54 (twenty-two years ago)
― lafayette penoril (gareth), Wednesday, 20 August 2003 22:56 (twenty-two years ago)
IRL -- ya got me. Probably something happening that I was willfully ignoring.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 20 August 2003 23:07 (twenty-two years ago)
Okay, the cars are an old Honda, an old Geo Storm, and an old BMW. The apartment isn't very luxurious and he shares it with 3 other people. The 'studio' is just a room with a bunch of records, some crappy keyboards, and a four-track. But still, pretty good for not having a legit job for the past 5 years. And he doesn't even sell 'hard' drugs!
― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 20 August 2003 23:13 (twenty-two years ago)
― robin (robin), Thursday, 21 August 2003 00:52 (twenty-two years ago)
― Eyeball Kicks (Eyeball Kicks), Thursday, 21 August 2003 00:59 (twenty-two years ago)
― d, Thursday, 21 August 2003 01:58 (twenty-two years ago)
My friend takes me to his dealer in Sydney, in an apartment building in the middle of the city-center.
So this wasted dude answers the door, and we get inside. Brand-new, looks like it's only a couple of weeks old, still smelling like new paint and carpet - but the place is completely empty. Except for a mattress on the floor, an expensive-looking stereo and pile of CDs.
There's a brick of coke in the kitchen, a pile of pills, about three blocks of weed - all being cut up on the counter with a steak knife.
Eventually, the stripper girlfriend comes home. They shoot up in the bathroom - and I go exploring the labyrinth of empty rooms, find a game of chess, a samarai sword and huge flatscreen Sony TV in one bedroom - and that's it, nothing else...
While I'm watching TV, this other guy turns up - asking who the fuck I am. Speechless, trying to explain; basically kicked out, with threats, half-pushing etc. Just relieved to get out tho...
My friend was just like - oh, they're just really private!
― HH, Thursday, 21 August 2003 03:45 (twenty-two years ago)
― dave q, Thursday, 21 August 2003 10:13 (twenty-two years ago)
― teeny (teeny), Monday, 28 February 2005 05:46 (twenty-one years ago)
I'm not joking. :(
― Sasha (sgh), Tuesday, 1 March 2005 02:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Tuesday, 1 March 2005 11:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ian John50n (orion), Tuesday, 1 March 2005 15:34 (twenty-one years ago)