Tuesday 27 March 2012

Why I'd make a terrible drug dealer

You've gotta be pretty in charge of yourself if you want to make a living doing something illegal. Especially something that requires lots of people having your number, knowing they can contact you, and all of whom have the opportunity to contact the police whenever they want.

I think any teenager with even the smallest hint of narcotics experience (be that their own or that of their friends; I'm very tame, I don't drink or smoke, let alone take drugs) has had that thought at some point: What would it be like if I were a drug dealer?
I can tell you, it'd probably be difficult. I mean, you have to do a lot of things and have a lot of things which mean you're out of free time. You're also constantly looking over your shoulder.

Okay, so a list of things I'd need if I wanted to become a drug dealer:

1) A car, to get around. See my clients. This means driving lessons, insurance and petrol as well (blech, unnecessary money output).
2) Somewhere to either buy weed on the cheap (i.e. a damn good dealer I can buy in bulk from) or somewhere to cultivate the stuff (I have nowhere and also really am not keen on the smell)
3) Contacts. Now, my boyfriend Patrick, and anyone else who knows me, knows I have a LOT of contacts. Every time I go out I see at least one person I know well enough to stop and talk to. And I do just that; conversing with tens of people each day.
4) Money, so I can buy my stash.
5) A safe, so other people have to buy my stash.
6) A good phone so people can ring me and ask after my goods (I realise it would be at ridiculous hours of the day and I hate being woken up so sure as hell that wouldn't work)

...Basically, I need lots of money, lots of people who like weed but won't take advantage of me, a car, reliable sources (etc) and the ability to NOT smoke my own weed. That last one will be fine. However, I doubt very much I'd be able to keep to the ten rules of being a drug dealer, which are noted here. The reason I show you all that column is because it's damn genius. I love Nathan DeGraaf's writing style, as well.

Sorry for not having posted in so long, I've been seriously busy with school and work and university stuff. In fact, I need to be up early in the morning to see a university, so I'm heading off now. To lalaland, of course.

Happy reading, folks!

5 comments:

  1. 1) Not necessarily; you can be a local dealer who gets around by bike (excellent) or a stay-at-home dealer where people come to your house to buy (required more care)
    2) If you have the capital, it's easy enough to acquire. Alternatively, a few IKEA cupboards & £150 of lights, fans, smell filters, etc
    3) Only ever sell to trusted people. Don't even acknowledge weed exists to anyone you don't trust either personally or by close proxy
    4) In a pinch, you can get set up for under £100 and work up from there
    5) You're better off keeping your money in the safe, and following what I said for (3)
    6) Cheap disposable brick on PAYG; harder to trace and cheap to replace when you need to. Tell people what times you're available, and switch it off when you're not available. Texts will come through when you switch it on

    You're a legal eagle, so you're probably better able to interpret the laws about it than me; read through them, cover your ass as much as possible. And have a good plan for when (not if) you get caught.

    Being a dealer is the best way to get caught, and being a big / public dealer is just silly. That column was clearly aimed at street dealers/non-weed dealers, who have a much harder time. Small time/private weed dealers are caught much more rarely.
    But it's still a silly thing to do; grow for personal use and share with friends.


    > not keen on the smell
    I think you're the only person I know who's expressed a negative opinion on this; even the ones who don't like using it seem to like the smell (well, it is a flower after all)

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  2. I like how you wrote me a novel :) Yes, yes yes yes and yes. The smell has bad connotations, of my friends losing control and getting hurt. Hence, bad memories.

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    1. OIC.
      Well, yeah. Drugs are drugs, they hurt people sometimes :/

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  3. if you do become a dealer call me.

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