@@JimmyTurner I hear that often but the dealers here loved that fucking money. Maybe its regional. I knew a couple guys that would bring them, we'd pick up the phone and never leave the house. Those were the days, for better or worse. I'm sure there were some of those idiots that acted like it was a bother but the serious ones around here did a pretty good job.
Joey Diaz is, without hyperbole, the greatest chronicler of the modern underground of the 20th century. He is to the 21st century what Scorsese and Hunter Thompson were to their era: the real deal, no holds barred and funny as hell. No shit, I love the guy.
I totally get it...one day he probably woke up and said " why the fuk do i sell this? Ive got a decent job, I believe in god, i dont want to go to prison...then again, i get coke super cheap, and the extra cash aint bad...." the dilemma.
My dream was to become beyond rich, and hire Morgan Freeman to read me bedtime stories.... then I stumbled across uncle Joey.. I'd drag my balls across a mile of broken glass to listen to him tell stories through a homemade paper cup phone!!
thefactorypilot145 dude I get it lol, I’ll be at work listening to this podcast with earbuds, and him drinking water is the loudest noise on the podcast lol. Joey is a OG but I swear he drinks louder than anyone Iv ever heard in my life.
one more thing it's hilarious to hear him talk about drug dealers who get mad your calling lmfao I know a couple guys like that hahah way to funny your a drug dealer complaining about selling hahah 😂
Joey remembers dates of when things happened as if he documented everything. I can't remember what year things happened in, let alone the time of year. He is always recalling dates like "in June or July of 2000" like he is a human calendar or something. Even from his days using, which are usually like a blur or a dream that you forget immediately after waking up. His memory for dates always surprises me when he is in story time mode. Impressive.
I’m guessing cause he’s prolly told these stories a lot. Just my guess, most people can’t think back and remember dates and years unless something significant happens same era.
Problem with dealing... one I was taught about by the man who showed me the business is scheduling. Taught to have a schedule, treat it like a regular job because if you don’t people will disrespect your time left and right.
I learned thru life some get caught early on some get caught up on doing it the thousandth time .. but the day when it catches up to you. You quickly realized your new reality and everything u had or achieved means nothing..
“BECUASE I WANNA BUY FUCKIN BLOW” lmao I’ve had a dealer like that I never said anything but it’s like you’d call him and he’d ignore you for two hours and text you ‘sup’ or something and you’d be like I’m tryn to buy a bag and then after an hour he’d text you back like yeah man let’s meet up and you’d go to the place to meet up and he’d take like 45 mins getting there and he’ll have some lame excuse then he’d fucking sit there in silence and just throw rocks or something and you’d be like hey bruh can I get that bag now and he’d be like sure no problem and I SHIT YOU NOT. He’d sit there for 20 mins opening his backpack, sifting through all his different strains, picking only certain nugs to weigh up, and after all the bullshit and he gave you the bag he’d look you dead in the eye and be like let’s roll up a fat one bud. Oh my fuck.
Hell ya lots of low level dealers ain’t even really addicted to the money even just the clout the attention to be a dope boy a baller or whatever but it’s all facade
Joey's stories got me feelin like I'm on coke. I heard the keys jingle at 1:11 and I swear I was like "who the fuck is outside my front door right now??"
Here is a story of mine. COKE TRAILER I was living with my brother and one other roommate and we were all into drugs very heavily acid shrooms crank cocaine mainly cocaine and acid so when you're living in a house with a bunch of drug addicts you tend to start thinking you're being shorted or left out of certain drugs. I was convinced that I was buying more cocaine then I was actually using and that pissed me off to the point that I rented a trailer one time for two weeks. I paid the deposit first month and last and security. I didn't tell anyone that I had done this ,it wasn't uncommon for me to disappear for days or even years at a time. I once told my mom I was going to Tennessee to visit a friend for the weekend and I was going 2 years to the day. Anyway The only reason I rented that trailer was to do cocaine by myself. In that two weeks I do not remember going outside. Going to the store, eating, sleeping,fucking nothing . The only thing I remember about that two weeks is opening the door buying an 8-ball closing the door repeat repeat repeat. I had to have gone out sometime either to a fucking atm or something ,I didn't take all that cash with me. I don't even remember being high in the trailer. I don't remember nothing absolutely nothing but renting it, buying the 8 balls and getting my money back when I left. When I say trailer I mean this was a mobile home in a mobile home trailer park. 2 weeks later I got my first and last rent back plus my deposit. I don't even think I had clothes. Basically I didn't want to share so I went and got my own place. When I left that place I went back to where I lived with my brother and roommate like nothing ever happened . In fact my brother and I later rented a house from the same guy that was the owner of the trailer . He never mentioned it like it never happened in front of my brother . I think you knew what I was doing I might have even seen him in that two-week. I don't know but he knew I was in there doing something that I didn't want anybody to know about . That's two weeks of my life that I have no fucking idea what the hell happened. LOL. Thanks for reading hope you like the story. peace
Usually pple on recovery from a certain drug, talk about their past with the drug bc talking about helps them stay sober. It releases their anxiety. Also he has a lot of war stories. This helps him remind himself how bad life was when he was on the drug, so him talking about it makes him release that feeling of doing it. It's almost like self medicating by talking. A lot of pple that go to meetings go just to listen & talk about those past stories. It helps them stay sober, be they connect with others & makes them feel like they are not alone in this. That they aren't the only pple in the world that goes thru or went thru all that shyt. P.S I love Joey, he is a real motha fucka.
When I quit it wasn't the money I missed. It was the friends I made and the chase from the law. Cat and mouse game. Everyone knew you but nobody knew you.
@@user-jd6dw1me9g Don't be mad at me your mother got all her product free. Well not exactly free. I was poking you in the head for 9 months. Explains alot.
@Cam So accomplished but you have time to go around and troll people online. I seriously doubt you have a better life than me. I don't need money btw. I am set for life rather I work or not so.... If the joke didn't hurt you then why reply?? Maybe because you are young and insecure about yourself right. Wise men confident men don't argue with scum like you. Go back to your pornhub and leave real men like me alone before you get yourself victimized.
In my 20's I knew a few of the low level coke dealers who wanted to be "known" in bars and clubs, more than make money. Driving too nice a car and partying every night. Almost all got pinched within 5 years.
Showing up at the dopemans house unannounced is a sure cursing out. Lol. The worst is the drug dealer that takes forever. Rule of hand, whatever time the drug man gells you, double it.
