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The hippies that grew and sold their own pot I used to buy from before legalization were very much not that.
You have obviously never met a meth or fentanyl dealer. Murderous shitbags, all of them.
I've met exactly 2 meth dealers.
One was a dumb piece of shit to be sure; but he was a racist homophobe and also a thief. He got into dealing meth long after he had been known for being a POS.
The other was just a normal suburban dad you'd never think was a drug dealer. He didn't use anything, but he sold damn near everything.
As a drug user, I have met plenty of drug dealers. Most of them aren't the scary people you think they are.
Fair enough, you have actually met some.
Ive never used, but as a previously homeless person who is still recovering, many states away, from the miasma of physical injuries I've received from the fetty and meth dealers I had the misfortune to meet, I guess you could say I don't exactly have the best impression of street dealers.
These kinds of guys that I ran into would send goons to rob rape and kill people, or just do it themselves. Nearly killed me.
While I have nothing now, at least I am alive, and at least I got out while they were killing each other, and now they are all likely dead.