3. "wat up dawg, you here for da weeeed?"

1. Call friend.
2. Wait up until 11:00. He didn't get me anything again and hasn't called to tell me this.
3. Go to bed.
4. Return to 1.

Middlemen suck. Soon I'll be in the city, and I'll get to know a dealer or two personally. Or I'll just head down to the Circle, where at least three people ask if you want some weed as you're crossing the street. Of course, by the end of October I should have my own Northern Lights x Big Bud plant goin' on.

my "dealer" is one of my good friends, so it's usually like this:
1) "hey, whatsup can i come over for some business?" "sure head on over"
2) "hey how much you want." "give me ____"
3) pay
4) usually blaze a joint/blunt for free, since its my good buddy.
5) go home. blaze again.
rinse and repeat.