I've been getting a HP every other week to this drop for the past 5 months. We basically grew up together like family, or so I thought. Met in middle school instantly clicked and was like that's the "bro" for life. Always had each other's back throughout high school and was the friend you always sat next to at lunch and on the bus. Now mid 20's we are still always kicking it like we were just kids in high school. I brought him the idea of becoming a 'drop' and he agreed. Not exactly like that but I told him what he needed to shall anything happen and keep house cleaned. I never told him about the "Darknet", just that I personally knew the guy that was sending the product. Keep in mind, he's just a regular toker with 9-5 job and I gave him an ounce every pack just to sit back on so he wouldn't have to worry about copping bud anymore. Also my way of showing appreciation for the favor he was doing for me of course. So come this past week I told him to expect something on said day it was coming. I somehow managed to hook his address up to MYUSPS a few months back with answering all the questions "none of the above". He doesn't know this. When something comes, he instantly calls me to let me know. MYUSPS showed the package delivered one hour ago when I logged on to it. I thought it was weird that he hadn't called. I give him a call to check, make sure he received it. He tells me left the house 2 hours ago to make some quick runs in the city. Which I instantly thought was off because always stays home and wait for it when I tell him the anticipated delivery day(MYUSPS). So at this point I tell him I'm going to drive by his house cause I think they left it at his porch. I drive by pull in his drive way. His cars not there(probably parked it somewhere else close). I step out and start to just look around incase the mailman left it somewhere else like the backyard, etc. Right when I get out my car I get hit with the smell of raw bud of the strain I ordered(SourD) and also reeks of joint smoke. I am right in front of his door at this point and I can hear light TV. Ehh at this point its obvious what's going on. I give him one last call and I hear the TV going off. He didnt answer then and is not answering now. So here I am like fuck it cool he got me for a hp. I'll make it back like nothing you know money comes and goes. Gonna brush it off and cut all ties... But then I think of all the good times we had to let it burn out over a hp? That's what really hurts man...
U really think he just trashed your friendship over ~1200 worth of weed?
What if he just wanted to get high with a lady friend and do butt stuff?