Dear Vice,
I’m a weed delivery guy. Business has been kind of weird ever since Wall Street’s little heart attack last week. Surprisingly it hasn’t slowed down, but everything is more of a hassle. For instance, lately whenever someone hands over money they kind of pull it back before finally giving it up. Or they’ll place it down on a table—people are much more reluctant to literally hand over the cash. Also, a lot of people have been asking if I’ll sell them less than $50 worth of pot. The answer is no. I’m not riding my ass to your house for a dime bag. My favorite though is when I get to a destination and the person who called asks if I can spot them. I just reach in my pockets and pull out some green lint. Why are you people wasting my time?
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I'M NOT SIGNING MY NAME TO THIS BECAUSE I SELL DRUGS FOR A LIVINGPhoto by Ed Zipco.