When I got to college, I was one of the few freshmen who both smoked and knew someone who sold weed. I started buying for friends, and then friends of friends. A few months in, I was buying ounces at a time, and then expanded to acid.
I’m not really in the demographic associated with dealers, and my customers were people I wouldn’t have interacted with normally: footballers and frat bros. I guess that’s a lot of why I did it—that and breaking whatever stereotypes.
By junior year, it became less about having weed conveniently for my friends and myself, and more about keeping up with what people expected of me.
After the last batch, I began redirecting my customers to another person.
I miss them more than I thought I would.