My Dissertation Against Drug Dealing

2/12/2008.

Although I am not so much against the laws of dealing - as they are consent. But my dissertation against drug dealing certainly only pertains to me - that I see no point in it. For a ridiculous reason, really.

If I walked down the street at night, out in Chicago, and found some black guy and offered to sell him some weed - think about it. Would he pay for it? Or would he take it for free?

I walk down the park after coming across the bridge from the beach in the hot sunny day time in the summer, and get mugged by Blacks. Do I have a cell phone in my pocket? Yes, take it out, and let's see it. Oh, I have a camera in my pocket. Okay we'll see that too. Oh, and I also ATM cards, and a flare. My grandfather was mugged by Blacks with me when I was around 3 to 5 years old walking at night on a rainy thunderstormy night. My Dad was put at knife point by a Black for money where he gave out all the cash in his wallet in the 1990s. I was asked for all the money in my pocket in summer 2007 by a group of older 4, Hispanics and Black.

So if I had any weed in my pocket - do you think anyone would pay me for it? If I had weed worth a *lot* a *lot* of money - do you think I would get a lot of money for it?

Gee, have an I.Q. here..

The only time I'd get a lot a lot of money, is if the buyer had a lot of money. Then maybe I'll most likely come across a newb dealer who would want all my drugs but doesn't have the money to pay for what it's worth. And the fact that I'm White and Asian ain't a motivation for him to go "Nevermind then, I don't got enough $$$."

So quite frankly, I really don't see a point for anyone like me to be dealing.

Go ahead and test this experiment to the extreme. Have some snotty nerd with glasses and let him try to deal by supplying him with all the weed. See if he'll stumble across anyone that will pay him thousands and thousands of dollars for that.

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