Are the people selling you weed, heroin, Xanax, and crack concerned about what happens to you after they've driven away?
This article originally appeared on VICE UK.
Everyone has an extremely low moment they'll always remember. I have a friend, for instance, who says his most shameful moment was the time he got a nosebleed while picking up three grams of coke at 11:30 AM. The dealer looked at him pityingly and told him, "Your nose is pouring blood, Steve. You look like shit," before completing the transaction. Steve then had to mop up his sorry nose before going back home to do a few lines in his apartment.
It might not be unreasonable to suggest that the dealer could have refused to sell him coke on the grounds that Steve was clearly not in a physical state to ingest the drug. But he didn't, and since then I've often wondered how much dealers care about the well-being of their customers.
"For one thing: It makes no financial sense for drug dealers to kill off their customers," says Max Daly, drug expert and author of VICE's Narcomania column. "For heroin and crack sellers, it's all about money, so supplying street sellers would prefer to sell a product that keeps people coming back for more. The same goes for those selling recreational drugs; you will make more money if your product is reliable and doesn't make people sick. Social dealers will be less motivated by profit; they know their customers, so social dealers care more about whether they damage them."
Daly's comments made sense, but I figured I should hear some thoughts from actual dealers themselves, so I called a few and asked them if they care about their customers.
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Brighton, England, is flooded with cheap coke. There are a lot of people around who are happy to pay $50 for a gram that's pure benzocaine and mannitol, but mine is a better product, which is why it's $100. I'm mostly open from 1 PM to 1 AM. This differentiates me from other dealers, many of whom don't start until late in the afternoon, as they've been up working late.
I'm the first call for people who are still rolling over from the night before. New Year's Day and the Sunday of Brighton Pride weekend are always huge for me. If someone was coming back to me at, say, 7 PM, and I knew they were up from the night before, I might ask them if they were sure they needed it. But if they didn't look too bad and could string a sentence together, I'd sell it to them, to be honest. If they don't get it off me, they'll only call someone else.
Most people buy a gram or two from me and come through an existing customer, and I tend to think they know what they're doing. Because I'm a bit more expensive, my clients are generally older, so I don't have to worry about some kid who doesn't know what they're doing. I do have people who buy too regularly, and of course, I worry about how they're affected by it, especially if I've gotten to know them a bit. But, at the end of the day, I'm a drug dealer.
I predominantly sold pills and ketamine. I had 50 to 60 regular customers, and overall close to 1,000. I very rarely met customers and had runners to do the drops for me. I sold very clean drugs. All my product was tested before I sold it, and my customers returned because they knew I sold quality.
Because I never really met the customers, I couldn't give them advice in person, but I would get a runner to tell them to be careful if I knew the drugs were strong. And I would refuse to sell to anyone under 16. I'd even get the runners to ID them if they looked really young.
The only time I would meet customers was when I sold at raves. If someone came up to me and asked for a drug, and I could tell they were too high already, I would refuse. I don't want someone's stupid mistake of ODing on my conscience. If someone had died taking my drugs, I would have 100 percent felt responsible. It would have played on my mind for the rest of my life. That's one of the reasons I always sold clean drugs.
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I used to sell heroin. I would take over for my ex-boyfriend when he would go away to prison. I would usually be out grafting and dealing on my push bike all day; I also dealt crack, but I think heroin is easier to sell without trouble.
I was also using both substances, and I think that has an effect on how you treat your customers, though I can't say I was necessarily nice. My ex-boyfriend would call all other heroin users "nitties" and say they were horrible, even though he was the one selling to them. But he didn't use heroin.
I've introduced people to heroin. I don't believe that all people that take heroin will go on to be full-blown junkies. I know plenty of occasional users—"giro junkies," I call them—and they just smoke brown after a session. However, some become engulfed in a heroin haze and will use until they lose everything. As a user at the time, it wasn't hard for me to watch. It inflated my ego, that I could smoke, sell it, and have a habit and still not be like [my ex-boyfriend].
I'm clean now and am passionate about harm reduction. We need safer injecting, more funding into harm reduction, more funding for treatment centers. Not everybody who tries it will become dependent, but those who do—they need help. The government's ways of tackling addiction do not work.
I used to sell pills, acid, and Xanax. I didn't have anyone delivering for me, and I sold to around 30 customers I mostly knew. With acid, most people would buy to take another time, so I never had issues with fucked-up people trying to buy it. Because of the sort of drug acid is, I think it's up to buyers to understand what they're in for. However, I gave as much advice as people needed because it can be so messy if you don't understand it.
I started selling Xanax after I took it once to come down from an acid trip. Again, I thought it was down to the person to understand the risks, though before selling to them I would ask about their previous experience with it and tailor what I sold. I'd never sell more than two pills to someone I didn't know, and I wouldn't keep selling to people on consecutive days because I knew that meant they'd run out.
I quickly stopped selling Xanax because people started wanting it for anxiety rather than just coming down from a trip. I'm not a doctor! Most dealers I knew were similar to me, but I think it depends on how they're operating. They weren't big time and could keep an eye on what was going on. But if you're dealing on a larger scale where money is the priority, I guess that would be harder.
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