How I Accidentally Became a Drug Dealer

Let me tell you about how I accidentally became a drug dealer?

So, many years ago, I was living in San Diego. Had a nice place about two blocks from the beach. It was an older white stucco beach house, complete with a large deck in front that held two couches. Not uncommon was waking up and finding random revelers passed out on our couches. No worries. We would put a fresh beer on the table in front of them, along with a joint. We understood they must gotten as far as they could before finding our pad and calling it a night. Other days we would sit on the deck and watch all the women do the walk of shame and congratulate them on their victory. They were never nearly amused as we were. Other than that, our days were spent surfing, skating, getting in fights, drinking, and whatever drugs we could get our hands on.

Our group consisted of about 12 people, guys and girls alike. We had an attorney, a skateboard company owner, an architect and an engineer. We also had a server, a customer service rep, an ice cream vender, and a phone mechanic. We ranged in ages from 22 - 39. We were tight. We did everything together. We had a meeting spot at the beach. If you had nothing going on, just go to the spot and wait. In due time, a friend would show up and off you went, to the bars, clubs, house party, beach party, wherever. It was probably the best time of my life, but I cant be sure. (If only someone would tell you this was the best time of your life, right?)

Along the way, we all became big fans of ecstasy. I mean, we were popping pills all weekend long. Our typical cycle consisted of ecstasy, home for a valium, wake up, smoke weed, followed by cocaine, then back to the beach for drinking, then more ecstasy, and so on. In fact, at one point a friend asked, "Are you guys aware your entire life is dependent on narcotics." We laughed. Nothing changed.

So, as time went on, we realized our biggest headache in life was finding enough drugs for everyone, mainly ecstasy. Up until the point, we would have to piece together enough drugs for everyone. Jeff would score three, Kyle would score another two, Becca couldnt find shit, neither could Rayna. Cliff was good for four, and I might be able to swing five, but ultimately, it was all patchwork.

Also,if you've ever done ecstasy, you know different pills hit you differently, so invariably, on any given night, we were all at different levels of rolling. Some wore off sooner that others. Some were double stacks, some triple stacks, and some single stacks. As an example, imagine showing up to the bar and a third of the people had been drinking beer, another third had been drinking whiskey, and the other third vodka. Shits gonna be uneven.

Eventually, I met a buddy that worked in the warehouse of my employer that happened to sell it. Score! I would buy four this week, then another four the next week, and again the following week. Finally, my buddy (who went by the name Buggy) came to me and said, "Bro, you're doing this all wrong. Instead of buying four a weekend, buy 15 and I will throw a couple in for free. Buy 20 and I will through an extra 5 in for free. 30 and I will throw in 10 free. Ya dig?" Yeah man, I got it! Buy in bulk! FREE SHIT!

So my next purchase was for 15 and he spotted me two extra. Those got handed out to everyone and we were all pleased to be dropping the same shit and not having to stress about getting our shit. The next week I bought 20 and got 5 free. Shit happened and only half got used so I had extra. The next week we were going camping so I bought 30 and got 10 free.

Over time, I started amassing a surplus. No worries. No such thing as too many drugs, right? I simply put them in a medicine bottle and would take it with me whenever we went out. Never know when the time will strike, amiright?

I continued to buy from Buggy every Friday after work. My regular order was 20, whereby I would score 5 free pills each time. I kept saving my surplus. Occasionally, I would be out at a bar, club, houseparty, wherever and a friend would bring someone to me looking for ecstasy. Yeah, no worries. i have extra.

Along the way, my friends would say they had a friend that needed some, so could I pick up a few extra. Absolutely! Anything for my friends. (this is an important note for later). Rayna needed 10 for a bachelorette party, Kyle needed 7 for his snowboarding trip, Cliff needed 15 for a buddy at work. I was happy to oblige.

I forgot to mention, my name is such that you could take an initial, combine it with a name, and it became 'Scarey." Yep, my nickname was Scarey.

Ok, where was I?

Oh yeah, so here I am with a shit ton of ecstasy wherever I went. Friends would hit me up and I was happy to oblige. The summer was going awesome and we no longer had to worry about drugs.

Around the end of the summer, I would be at a party and someone would come up to me and say, "Hey, are you Scarey?" Absolutely! "Cool, they said you had some E." Now, I didnt think twice about this. I just figured my friends referred them to me. I would hook them up and continue on about my partying. It never concerned me that this was becoming all to common.

So, I'm at a local bar one afternoon by myself. Im sitting there sipping on my beer when someone sits next to me. A little while later another guy sits down. We get to talking about whatever most people talk about when sitting at a bar. Eventually we start talking about drugs. We start off talking about what we like, the effects, wild ass stories about being on drugs. All very innocent.

Then, we start talking about how to get drugs. One guy was lamenting about how hard it is to score ecstasy. I could've offered him some of my stash, but Im not a drug dealer and I dont know this guy. Fuck all that.

Then, the other guy says, "You should talk to my friend. She gets her shit from some guy named Scarey. Apparently he has good shit."

Me: "Who is your friend?"

Dude: "Uh, Melissa. Why?"

Me: "Who does she know?"

Dude: "huh?"

Me: "What does she do for work."

Dude (uncomfortably): "Uh, HR, i think."

Me: "For who?"

Dude: "I dont know, some telecommunications company, I think."

I have no idea who this friend is.

Me: "And she buys her shit from Scarey?"

Dude: "No, I think she gets it from some guy, but they call it "Scarey Shit'"

HOLY FUCKING BALLS

It was at this point that I realized i was, in fact, a drug dealer. Sonofabitch!

After that I stopped buying shit and sold off what I had and never looked back. After that, I only bought what I needed. A little while later, Buggy got busted and went to prison for awhile. I was paranoid for months after, but nobody ever came calling.

So thats the story about how I accidentally became a drug dealer.