How my drug dealer responded when i only wanted a glass of water and friendship.

I see.
You would probably get the same reaction if you went to a car dealership to go hang out with the workers and drink their coffee.

i saw him more as a friend, then a dealer. now it seems like that's all he was and i was nothing but blind.... see a friend would be more then happy to have laughs and to supply the coffee, he just wanted me to suck on his crack pipe......

Crack addicts don't have friends - they have sources of crack.

I hope you find some real friends in life OP.

How did my drug dealer and he's Demonically possessed friend respond when i told them i was no longer in need of marijuana and that my life was on the right track.

it all started when i arrived at their house (the drug dispensary) wanting nothing more then a cup of coffee and to spend quality time with this person as a friend.

5 minutes in to the coffee after a bit of general chit chat about the weather and he's boat which will never even be sea worthy (but he likes to think it is)
he asked me what i wanted, at this point i pretended to be distracted and ignored he's first attempt at gaining access to my wallet.//

10 more minutes down the track and i was coming to the bottom of my Mug and the coffee was nearly out.
at this point my "friend" had disappeared into the bathroom for 2 minutes to retrieve his crack pipe from under the bathroom sink he came back out and sat down on the couch with his pipe in one hand, and a $6000 bag of Gas in the other.

on the spot he said to me "C*****"<my named blanked out\ do you smoke crack buddy?
this was his second attempt within 15 minutes to gain Access to my wallet and to gain access to my life.

i told him no i don't touch any of that stuff.
as soon as i said this his friend turned aggressive and defensive like a guard dog. he said to me you can't say you don't do drugs because weed is a drug, he started giving me the death stare, and wanted me out of the house.

at this point i was getting anxious, nervous and worried about how him and he's friend now perceived me they started to realize that i wasn't there for drugs, i was there for coffee and laughs (there were no laughs) by the way LOL.

20 minutes in to my visit and things were getting really awkward my dealers friend had taken his Demonically infatuated girl friend into the bedroom and told her what i was all about.

next thing i know i have a 3 demons in 1 room, all staring into my very soul, trying to grasp a hold of the goodness that i have been experiencing for the last few weeks, they could see it in my eyes like a fat person sees Pasta.

i had been practicing a Latin saying for a few weeks potentior est virtus Dei, Christus cogat.. which in English translates to - the power of god is more powerful than you, the Christ compels you. this made them twitch.

it did not make them catch on fire, it did not make them run away in fear, it did however trigger an interesting set of events.

starting with the twitching (constant blinking of the eyes)
i noticed one of them started to tap their feet on the ground at a fast pace (probably the crack, not demonic entity)
i was asked to leave immediately.

as i got in to my car, i could hear yelling coming from inside. My drug dealer was screaming at his Lesser friend because he did not get into my wallet.

Ditch the dealers, they want your soul.

Have you tried going to Starbucks and asking for crack?

See, this is a story from your POV, try it from theirs....

This guy came round for seemingly no reason, just talkin' general shit, well i wanted to get it sorted cos i gotta go to fat bobs this afternoon, so i asked what he was after?
He COMPLETELY ignored me and just kept slurping his coffee not even able to make eye contact, 10 minutes later and i am gagging for a hit, so i think fuk it and go and get my funbag, iasked him if he did crack, seems rude not to as i reach for my pipe, he turns round and says "I don't touch ANY of THAT stuff" and looks all offended, immediately my mate feels all defensive, feels like he is being implied a scumbag cos he DOES touch THAT stuff, he immediately feels undermined and starts blurping out "you smoke weed and that's a drug", this guy continued to avert his gaze and couldn't make eye contact with any of us now, i started to wonder if this guy has just come around to fuk with us, he don't want to buy anything, he's acting all shifty and holier than thou, i don't like his attitude, we all felt awkward now, and he fell silent, then he just blurted out some weird curse in a foreign language "potentior est virtus Dei, Christus cogat" or some shit, my mate started to get real wound up now, so i said to this guy "you'd better fuk off now mate, nice seeing ya, i'll show you the door" and led him out the house, i had to stand by the door and stop my mate from going out after him, he was determined to kick his head, but i managed to calm him down

How did my drug dealer and he's Demonically possessed friends respond when i told them i was no longer in need of marijuana and that my life was on the right track.

it all started when i arrived at their house (the drug dispensary) wanting nothing more then a cup of coffee and to spend quality time with this person as a friend.

5 minutes in to the coffee after a bit of general chit chat about the weather and he's boat which will never even be sea worthy (but he likes to think it is)
he asked me what i wanted, at this point i pretended to be distracted and ignored he's first attempt at gaining access to my wallet.//

10 more minutes down the track and i was coming to the bottom of my Mug and the coffee was nearly out.
at this point my "friend" had disappeared into the bathroom for 2 minutes to retrieve his crack pipe from under the bathroom sink he came back out and sat down on the couch with his pipe in one hand, and a $6000 bag of Gas in the other.

on the spot he said to me "C*****"<my named blanked out\ do you smoke crack buddy?
this was his second attempt within 15 minutes to gain Access to my wallet and to gain access to my life.

i told him nah sorry not into that.* even though i am fairly certain i was High as fuck from the Gas fumes.

as soon as i said this his friend turned aggressive and defensive like a guard dog. he said to me you can't say you don't do drugs because weed is a drug, he started giving me the death stare, and wanted me out of the house.

at this point i was getting anxious, nervous and worried about how him and he's friend now perceived me they started to realize that i wasn't there for drugs, i was there for coffee and laughs (there were no laughs) by the way LOL.

20 minutes in to my visit and things were getting really awkward my dealers friend had taken his Demonically infatuated girl friend into the bedroom and told her what i was all about.

next thing i know i have a 3 demons in 1 room, all staring into my very soul, trying to grasp a hold of the goodness that i have been experiencing for the last few weeks, they could see it in my eyes like a fat person sees Pasta.

i had been practicing a Latin saying for a few weeks potentior est virtus Dei Christus cogat..to use against people i see as being Evil. after reading a post on GLP that says if you speak the holy language to a Demon their response will show you if they are just crazy, or actually possessed. in English this saying translates to - the power of god is more powerful than you, the Christ compels you. this made them twitch.

it did not make them catch on fire, it did not make them run away in fear, it did however trigger an interesting set of events.

starting with the twitching (constant blinking of the eyes)
i noticed one of them started to tap their feet on the ground at a fast pace (probably the crack, not demonic entity)
i was asked to leave immediately.

as i got in to my car, i could hear yelling coming from inside. My drug dealer was screaming at his Lesser friend because he did not get into my wallet.

Ditch the dealers, they want your soul.

Op you are just a scamming lingerer.

Instead of sitting around other peoples houses on your ass all day inconveniencing them and preventing them from relaxing and doing their own shit... why dont you piss off and get your own coffee you bludging scum.

You Oztards really are the undisputed bottom-feeding filth of the earth.

Turn him in. Offer to make a buy, for the police.

Take this dealer off the street, and let him know who got the last laugh, after he treated you like shit.

i saw him more as a friend, then a dealer. now it seems like that's all he was and i was nothing but blind.... see a friend would be more then happy to have laughs and to supply the coffee, he just wanted me to suck on his crack pipe......

Start enjoying my posts! :)

i saw him more as a friend, then a dealer. now it seems like that's all he was and i was nothing but blind.... see a friend would be more then happy to have laughs and to supply the coffee, he just wanted me to suck on his crack pipe......

Apparently drinking coffee causes big dramas with you Americans...

you know a cup of coffee is cheaper then a glass of water that is how stupid you people are.

trolls the lot of you, how about some of you people admit and except the fact that i can write.

stop trolling me for my threads.
stop giving me bad feedback/Karma.
Start enjoying my posts! :)

How did my drug dealer and he's Demonically possessed friends respond when i told them i was no longer in need of marijuana and that my life was on the right track.

it all started when i arrived at their house (the drug dispensary) wanting nothing more then a glass of water and to spend quality time with this person as a friend.

5 minutes in to my visit after a bit of general chit chat about the weather, his dog, and the football.
he asked me what i wanted, at this point i pretended to be distracted and ignored he's first attempt at gaining access to my wallet.//

10 more minutes down the track and i was coming to the end of my glass of water.
at this point my "friend" had disappeared into the bathroom for 2 minutes to retrieve his crack pipe from under the bathroom sink he came back out and sat down on the couch with his pipe in one hand, and a $6000 bag of Gas in the other.

on the spot he said to me "C*****"<my named blanked out\ do you smoke crack buddy?
this was his second attempt within 15 minutes to gain Access to my wallet and to gain access to my life.

i told him nah sorry not into that.* even though i am fairly certain i was High as fuck from the Gas fumes.

as soon as i said this his friend turned aggressive and defensive like a guard dog. he said to me you can't say you don't do drugs because weed is a drug, he started giving me the death stare, and wanted me out of the house.

at this point i was getting anxious, nervous and worried about how him and he's friend now perceived me they started to realize that i wasn't there for drugs, i was there for coffee and laughs (there were no laughs) by the way LOL.

20 minutes in to my visit and things were getting really awkward my dealers friend had taken his Demonically infatuated girl friend into the bedroom and told her what i was all about.

next thing i know i have a 3 demons in 1 room, all staring into my very soul, trying to grasp a hold of the goodness that i have been experiencing for the last few weeks, they could see it in my eyes like a fat person sees Pasta.

i had been practicing a Latin saying for a few weeks potentior est virtus Dei Christus cogat..to use against people i see as being Evil. after reading a post on GLP that says if you speak the holy language to a Demon their response will show you if they are just crazy, or actually possessed. in English this saying translates to - the power of god is more powerful than you, the Christ compels you. this made them twitch.

it did not make them catch on fire, it did not make them run away in fear, it did however trigger an interesting set of events.

starting with the twitching (constant blinking of the eyes)
i noticed one of them started to tap their feet on the ground at a fast pace (probably the crack, not demonic entity)
i was asked to leave immediately.

as i got in to my car, i could hear yelling coming from inside. My drug dealer was screaming at his Lesser friend because he did not get into my wallet.

Ditch the dealers, they want your soul.

I had many dealer friends in my life and non dealer friends who were just drug buddies. Honestly, when you quit doing drugs you have nothing in common with these people. I realized that many people in my life are just drug buddies. Some were pretty good friends and potential boyfriends, but they were too much into this business. I quit everything. I don't get into contact with them anymore and I am much happier. If someone calls me and asks me out to drink or smoke pot I just say it's a sin. I bet they think I'm crazy. Oh well.

After I was born again I got also attacked by demonic powers. I would just go to store and everytime I went there I would see a friend who sells pot, he offered me some, but I refused. Coincidence? I don't think so. Be strong my friend. :)