Posts Tagged ‘sneaky leaf’
OK, it’s been two weeks since we last heard from Sneaky Leaf. Hopefully he’s fine and that–no, wait, we’re not even gonna finish that sentence. But really, dude was so worried about what might happen on account of his memoirs on this blog that he started off handwriting each column and faxing it, and then got even more paranoid so he started having them delivered to the office by hand. And then one day, poof! Gone. Hopefully he’ll turn up soon. In the meantime, take a click down there to enjoy some high-kickin’ little colts who’ve formed a conceptual screamo boy band that’s one guy onstage and the rest in a choreographed mosh pit. No correlation to Sneaky Leaf or weed or anything, just wanted to console ourselves with something.
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Posted on July 30th, 2009 | 13 Comments
Tagged: Drugs, screamo, sneaky leaf
I was strictly a consumer of weed for nearly 19 years before I became a weed hustler. In all that time, almost every guy or girl that I bought weed from was more or less an asshole. Still, I have a soft spot for all those people. Every prickly asshole has their charms. I’m convinced, however, that it doesn’t have to be that way, and I very conscientiously make a huge effort to be a very warm, friendly, honest, and ultra-respectful alternative to the hundreds of impersonal large slave delivery services. It helps that I genuinely like people, and most of my clients are people that I genuinely look forward to seeing. Read more »
Posted on July 16th, 2009 | 15 Comments
Tagged: dealer, dope, sneaky leaf, weed
The first time I smoked pot right before sex was in college with my girlfriend. I didn’t know shit about herb then and didn’t know what strain my girlfriend was repeatedly loading into her one-hitter. Read more »
Posted on July 2nd, 2009 | 21 Comments
Tagged: dealing, dope, Sex, sneaky leaf
It took less than a minute for two guys and their steel-reinforced Timberland boots to kick in my friend Marvin’s door. Neighbors said they both had handguns drawn and ready for a shootout if necessary. But whoever stormed in and stole a pound of weed and about 80 grams of primo hash probably didn’t expect a fight because they knew Marvin and his schedule pretty well. These guys hit his place hard, exactly at the time he left every day to meet his girlfriend who worked in Manhattan.
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Posted on June 11th, 2009 | 16 Comments
Tagged: dealer, Drugs, sneaky leaf
If you live in New York (or any big city for that matter), you know how much of a bummer weed-delivery guys can be. They’re always showing up late, skimping you on the weight, and are generally pretty miserable human beings. But not Sneaky Leaf, our resident “guy” with Santa Claus-sized sacks full of marijuana. He shows up on time (and has the courtesy to call you if he’s going to be even five minutes late), has a multitude of varieties to choose from, offers referral discounts, and is just one hell of a nice guy. So one day when we were buying something with a name like Blueberry Pink Skullcrusher 2000X Beast Stink Marmaduke Midge Tickler, we said, “Hey, Sneaky Leaf, why don’t you write a column that simultaneously expounds your weed buff tendencies while exploring your undoubtedly interesting backlog of drug-dealing stories?” And to our surprise he said, “Sure.” So here it is… the first installment of Sneaky Leaf’s Diary of a Dealer. Enjoy! Read more »
Posted on June 4th, 2009 | 26 Comments
Tagged: dealing, dope, Drugs, sneaky leaf
