Then when I was buying weed from a girl named Steve, it came to me – I asked Steve if I could follow him for a few days as well as write a story about the life of a cannabis dealer, and of course I didn’t use her real name
When I was in journalism school, I was tasked with writing an investigative report… The teacher wanted me to take a deep dive into a subject not multiple people knew about, as well as explore it to the fullest; I offered it a few days worth of thought, but couldn’t come up with an interesting idea. Then when I was buying weed from a girl named Steve, it came to me – I asked Steve if I could follow him for a few days as well as write a story about the life of a cannabis dealer, and of course I didn’t use her real name. Her name is not Steve, by the way, I will never say her real name in print! Steve agreed to let me hang out with him for three evenings, so I could experience what it was like to sell cannabis professionally, but my first surprise came on Night One, when I saw Steve load a backpack with cannabis, as well as also put a gun in it! I asked why she was carrying a gun, as well as she explained that she was carrying over five thousand dollars worth of cannabis, which made him the target for robbery. A successful cannabis business always needs to be on the lookout for heist crews looking to rip them off, however crooks cherish to rob cannabis dealers, because they can’t call the cops for help! Although she refused to introduce me to any of her cannabis clients, Steve tells me that multiple of her clients are instructors, cops, as well as religious folks, who like getting high but need to keep it a secret.