Having lived in the dirt poor South for over five years in the early 2000’s and smoked weed the entire time:
This is not just what the media presents.
The number of whacked out sketchy fucking freaks I had to associate with when weed was illegal was too god damned high.
When I was just trying to score some pot once and a methed out freak busts open the front door to yell at my dealer “We caught the neighbors cat” only for my dealer to decide it was high time to ignore that I had money for weed and instead took it upon himself to go outside, take his toddler with him, and sic his pit bull on the cat until it caught the cat and tore it to shreds. I stayed inside the whole time, freaked out, and desperate to leave.
Yes, the inside of his trailer was a fucking shithole.
My other dealer started out as a really smart coworker, got into doing meth, and the last time I saw him, everyone called him “mumbles.” Went from a brilliant young man to a broken young man in the course of a few years.
I am so god damned glad to be able to buy shit from a store.
Maybe it has more to do with the spot in the chain and what they’re slinging?
As far as I know the dude supplied a lot of hard drugs and had local “mafia” connection, it’s also a larger city at a mil+.
My parents don’t live in a ritzy nor a downtrodden neighbourhood, but it’s centralist now (outskirts when they bought) they’ve had at least 3 grow ops and/or drug houses get busted on their street. Its a community I would raise my family in, so its not a bad part of town even or anything.
Maybe it has more to do with the spot in the chain and what they’re slinging?
It’s this and just that people from all walks of life use drugs.
Rich people will have rich drug dealers and poor people will have poor drug dealers, and never the twain shall meet. It’s not any more complicated than that.
Do they? Or is that just the picture the media presents?
The drug dealer at our high school had a suped up ricer and they lived in the richest neighborhood in town.
Having lived in the dirt poor South for over five years in the early 2000’s and smoked weed the entire time:
This is not just what the media presents.
The number of whacked out sketchy fucking freaks I had to associate with when weed was illegal was too god damned high.
When I was just trying to score some pot once and a methed out freak busts open the front door to yell at my dealer “We caught the neighbors cat” only for my dealer to decide it was high time to ignore that I had money for weed and instead took it upon himself to go outside, take his toddler with him, and sic his pit bull on the cat until it caught the cat and tore it to shreds. I stayed inside the whole time, freaked out, and desperate to leave.
Yes, the inside of his trailer was a fucking shithole.
My other dealer started out as a really smart coworker, got into doing meth, and the last time I saw him, everyone called him “mumbles.” Went from a brilliant young man to a broken young man in the course of a few years.
I am so god damned glad to be able to buy shit from a store.
Maybe it has more to do with the spot in the chain and what they’re slinging?
As far as I know the dude supplied a lot of hard drugs and had local “mafia” connection, it’s also a larger city at a mil+.
My parents don’t live in a ritzy nor a downtrodden neighbourhood, but it’s centralist now (outskirts when they bought) they’ve had at least 3 grow ops and/or drug houses get busted on their street. Its a community I would raise my family in, so its not a bad part of town even or anything.
It’s this and just that people from all walks of life use drugs.
Rich people will have rich drug dealers and poor people will have poor drug dealers, and never the twain shall meet. It’s not any more complicated than that.