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What's it like to be a drug dealer?
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In a single word, being a drug dealer was exhilarating. Immense
rewards, more than I realized at the time, but also unbelievable
stress, unavoidable paranoia, and most difficult of
all, an existence in a world that does not “exist” by traditional
standards.
I can’t speak to what it’s like peddling product on the
street or life as a cartel kingpin. But I can tell you what my
experience of being a mid-level trafficker was like. My entry
into trafficking came about suddenly and ended just as quickly,
turning those years into blazing memories, grandiose and
traumatic. It's not easy to put into words and probably best
said through experience.
Towards the end of my freshman year at a California college,
I found out that you could successfully ship weed. But
that was only part of the puzzle. What made this all possible
was a friend at a prestigious Ivy League school on the east
Coast.
We eventually scraped together enough money to buy
a quarter pound before the end of the school year. Roughly
twelve hundred dollars at the time, and I sent it to my counterpart.
It was enjoyed by a small group of friends and that
was it. While the profit margin on selling a QP wasn’t bad,
several hundred dollars, it wasn’t enough to make clear that
putting in the work to build the infrastructure could be more
than worthwhile. It was one of the critical move that led to me
and this best friend and partner spending the next few years
of our lives fine-tuning our trafficking craft.
That summer, I spent in new York, where I was working
for a prominent plaintiffs law firm. Already my third summer
of working at a law firm, I was dedicated to going to law
school and becoming an attorney. But another critical experience
put me on the path towards trafficking. While out with
my friends one night, we were hassled by police after a fight.
Having weed on my person meant I would be spending the
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