dolcecorazon
04-02-2009, 10:04 AM
The ten different types of pot dealers for the young
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/mystic.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/mystic.png)Type: The Lagging Mystic
Characteristics: This is the guy you met at Burning Man or Reggae on the River who you run into occasionally at the coffee shop or natural food store. Most of your hippie friends have assured you he’s a kind soul, but while he’s exploring the nature of the cosmos with a mellow sister he just met, you’re sitting at home getting hassled by customers you said you’d hook up three hours ago. The Lagging Mystic will teach you that patience is a virtue.
Appearance: Most Mystics under forty have dreadlocks and Rasta-themed clothing, whereas mystics over forty wear sandals and tie-dye. Hemp clothing is mandatory for both.
Pros: Always has the best outdoor organic at reasonable prices.
Cons: Lacks a linear conception of time, does not believe in urgency and has no phone.
Warning: Requires an open mind, schedule, and the ability to listen to long, dragging accounts of his most recent spiritual awakening or communion with the most high.
Calls his weed: Medicine, Herb, Sacrament.
Catchphrase: “This strain of herb, brethren, has been blessed by shaman, Jerry, and the Most High.”
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/lord_2.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/lord_2.png) Type: Lord of the Schwag
Characteristics: This guy might be a Mexican gangster, an old hippie who complains that “pot is just too strong these days,” or anyone more concerned with profit than reputation. His weed is often vacuum-sealed and squeezed into rock-hard chunks from its journey out of British Columbia or Mexico. It may have been grown with chemicals and pesticides labeled “for use on ornamental plants only.” It also may have suffered frostbite, premature harvest, or a little too much time crated up in some mafia goon’s basement, giving it that aroma you normally associate with your grandma’s rest home.
Appearance: The Schwag Lord takes many forms.
Pros: If you have the right type of clientele, you can make a lot of money with this guy.
Cons: Your friends will make fun of you.
Warning: Smoking mold causes lung infections.
Calls his weed: Product, B-grade, Work.
Catchphrase: “Don’t be fooled by the look, taste and smell—it’s fuckin’ stony.”
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/ripoff.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/ripoff.png) Type: The Rip-Off Artist
Characteristics: Chances are, you’ve known this guy less than an hour. He calls you bro and appears to have all the same opinions and interests that you do. His eyes dart around a lot, and he never actually looks at you, but he seems cool. If you just chill out at his bro’s house, or around the corner, he’ll be back in fifteen minutes.
Appearance: White T-shirt, backwards baseball cap, small, cheap gold chain. Crooked teeth and meth sores are optional, but without fail sports a ponytail.
Pros: If he’s a large-scale Rip-Off artist, he may actually hook you up with a good deal the first time so he can gain your trust. He also helps rid you of any naïveté, any ideas that if you show people trust and respect they’ll do the same, that you may still cling to.
Cons: This one’s a no-brainer. And don’t think you can find him and get your money back, because he won’t have it. His mom is still trying to get that dime bag he promised her a few years back.
Warning: Check for ponytail. Unless it is accompanied by a beard or other hippie accoutrements, do not give him your money.
Calls his weed: Chronic nuggets.
Catchphrase: “Hey bro, lookin’ for any chronic nuggets?”
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/snob.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/snob.png) Type: The Weed Snob
Characteristics: This guy was annoying back in high school, and he’s even more annoying now that you have to buy weed from him. No matter what strain you have, it never seems to be good enough for him to smoke. Says things like, “I’m really in more of a Jack Herer mood right now,” or “You look like a Big Bud kind of guy.” Also uses terms like “bouquet,” “aroma” and “woody aftertaste.”
Appearance: An air of smug superiority and vague disgust surrounds him. Wears that stupid 1998 Cannabis Cup Judge T-shirt every day.
Pros: Always has the best weed in town at any given time.
Cons: Rarely has anything for sale since “there’s nothing worth buying.” And you can be damn sure it won’t be cheap if he does.
Warning: Use extreme caution when matching bowls with the Weed Snob. Only European strains are recommended. If the Weed Snob catches you in possession of anything you bought from The Schwag Lord, mockery, and in some extreme cases, violence, may ensue.
Calls his weed: Grade A Smoke, The Good Stuff.
Catchphrase: “Eww…how can you even smoke this? What is this, Mex?"
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/ganster_2.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/ganster_2.png) Type: The Gangster
Characteristics: Once the Rip-Off artist realizes that sometimes you can make more consistent money by actually hooking people up rather than ripping them off, he becomes The Gangster. You still don’t really know him that well, but you’re pretty sure he has connections to organized crime, and sells a lot more than just weed.
Appearance: The Gangster does not believe in saving money, spending it on his illegitimate children, or welfare family. Therefore, with the exception of strippers and cocaine, The Gangster spends all his money on gold chains, watches, athletic clothes, and other forms of bling.
Pros: Has great, reliable deals on commercial stuff. Can help you out with any other illegal goods or services you may want.
Cons: He’s on probation, the cops are probably watching him, and bigger fish periodically rob him. And when he gets hard up for cash, he robs the weed cutsies first.
Warning: Small bills anger him.
Calls his weed: Trees, Product, The Stuff.
Catchphrase: “Hey what the fuck did I tell you about tens, bitch?”
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/paranoid.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/paranoid.png) Type: Mr. Paranoia
Characteristics: The guy’s a total sketcher. Phone conversations with him involve so many pointless code words and jargon that you both hang up with only vague ideas about what the other was trying to say. In person, he whispers any words that might be considered incriminating, and flips out if you forget to follow one of the bizarre rules he’s given you, or one he just made up, or if his brain chemistry is off that day.
Appearance: An aura of shadiness surrounds him. The brim of his hat always seems to cover his beady, darting eyes. In a lineup with the other nine Types, he’d be the easiest to identify as a drug dealer.
Pros: Mr. Paranoia is your bright warning beacon. Is this the kind of life you want to lead?
Cons: Paranoia, as the saying goes, is contagious. Hanging out with this guy outside of work will shorten your life expectancy.
Warning: At first, you and your friends might just think he’s really clever. He’s not.
Calls his weed: Those movies you wanted, the new Green Day CD, that one thing we talked about last Wednesday except this time three quarters of it is brown cow status and another half is on the high end of the Red Baron’s lawnmower.
Catchphrase: “Are you sure that old lady sleeping on the bench across the street from your apartment is chill? Was that a siren? Do you hear helicopters?”
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/medical.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/medical.png) Type: Mr. Medical
Characteristics: This lucky son of bitch has a license to grow, and possess, more weed than he could ever smoke. Depending on where you live and how strict the laws are, Mr. Medical may actually have a condition that can only be treated by cannabis. Most likely, however, he was just smart enough to work the system. As a result, he has the cheapest, freshest weed around every three months or so. Though seeing Mr. Medi’s grow room stirs feelings of jealousy in you, it also makes you want to quit hustling and grow your own crop.
Appearance: Mr. Medi may have a wheelchair, crutches, or another physical ailment, but there’s always a grin on his face.
Pros: Cheap weed, the chance to use a vaporizer, and the possibility that if you hang around him long enough he’ll designate you as his caretaker.
Cons: Sometimes Mr. Medical forgets that just because it’s currently relatively legal for him to grow and possess it, that doesn’t make it legal for him to sell it to you. He refuses to be discrete about anything, ever, and occasionally teases you about being paranoid.
Warning: May show up on your doorstep with a transparent turkey bag full of medicine slung over his shoulder.
Calls his weed: Medicine, what else?
Catchphrase: “It’s just a plant, man. Don’t worry so much.”
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/mystic.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/mystic.png)Type: The Lagging Mystic
Characteristics: This is the guy you met at Burning Man or Reggae on the River who you run into occasionally at the coffee shop or natural food store. Most of your hippie friends have assured you he’s a kind soul, but while he’s exploring the nature of the cosmos with a mellow sister he just met, you’re sitting at home getting hassled by customers you said you’d hook up three hours ago. The Lagging Mystic will teach you that patience is a virtue.
Appearance: Most Mystics under forty have dreadlocks and Rasta-themed clothing, whereas mystics over forty wear sandals and tie-dye. Hemp clothing is mandatory for both.
Pros: Always has the best outdoor organic at reasonable prices.
Cons: Lacks a linear conception of time, does not believe in urgency and has no phone.
Warning: Requires an open mind, schedule, and the ability to listen to long, dragging accounts of his most recent spiritual awakening or communion with the most high.
Calls his weed: Medicine, Herb, Sacrament.
Catchphrase: “This strain of herb, brethren, has been blessed by shaman, Jerry, and the Most High.”
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/lord_2.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/lord_2.png) Type: Lord of the Schwag
Characteristics: This guy might be a Mexican gangster, an old hippie who complains that “pot is just too strong these days,” or anyone more concerned with profit than reputation. His weed is often vacuum-sealed and squeezed into rock-hard chunks from its journey out of British Columbia or Mexico. It may have been grown with chemicals and pesticides labeled “for use on ornamental plants only.” It also may have suffered frostbite, premature harvest, or a little too much time crated up in some mafia goon’s basement, giving it that aroma you normally associate with your grandma’s rest home.
Appearance: The Schwag Lord takes many forms.
Pros: If you have the right type of clientele, you can make a lot of money with this guy.
Cons: Your friends will make fun of you.
Warning: Smoking mold causes lung infections.
Calls his weed: Product, B-grade, Work.
Catchphrase: “Don’t be fooled by the look, taste and smell—it’s fuckin’ stony.”
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/ripoff.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/ripoff.png) Type: The Rip-Off Artist
Characteristics: Chances are, you’ve known this guy less than an hour. He calls you bro and appears to have all the same opinions and interests that you do. His eyes dart around a lot, and he never actually looks at you, but he seems cool. If you just chill out at his bro’s house, or around the corner, he’ll be back in fifteen minutes.
Appearance: White T-shirt, backwards baseball cap, small, cheap gold chain. Crooked teeth and meth sores are optional, but without fail sports a ponytail.
Pros: If he’s a large-scale Rip-Off artist, he may actually hook you up with a good deal the first time so he can gain your trust. He also helps rid you of any naïveté, any ideas that if you show people trust and respect they’ll do the same, that you may still cling to.
Cons: This one’s a no-brainer. And don’t think you can find him and get your money back, because he won’t have it. His mom is still trying to get that dime bag he promised her a few years back.
Warning: Check for ponytail. Unless it is accompanied by a beard or other hippie accoutrements, do not give him your money.
Calls his weed: Chronic nuggets.
Catchphrase: “Hey bro, lookin’ for any chronic nuggets?”
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/snob.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/snob.png) Type: The Weed Snob
Characteristics: This guy was annoying back in high school, and he’s even more annoying now that you have to buy weed from him. No matter what strain you have, it never seems to be good enough for him to smoke. Says things like, “I’m really in more of a Jack Herer mood right now,” or “You look like a Big Bud kind of guy.” Also uses terms like “bouquet,” “aroma” and “woody aftertaste.”
Appearance: An air of smug superiority and vague disgust surrounds him. Wears that stupid 1998 Cannabis Cup Judge T-shirt every day.
Pros: Always has the best weed in town at any given time.
Cons: Rarely has anything for sale since “there’s nothing worth buying.” And you can be damn sure it won’t be cheap if he does.
Warning: Use extreme caution when matching bowls with the Weed Snob. Only European strains are recommended. If the Weed Snob catches you in possession of anything you bought from The Schwag Lord, mockery, and in some extreme cases, violence, may ensue.
Calls his weed: Grade A Smoke, The Good Stuff.
Catchphrase: “Eww…how can you even smoke this? What is this, Mex?"
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/ganster_2.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/ganster_2.png) Type: The Gangster
Characteristics: Once the Rip-Off artist realizes that sometimes you can make more consistent money by actually hooking people up rather than ripping them off, he becomes The Gangster. You still don’t really know him that well, but you’re pretty sure he has connections to organized crime, and sells a lot more than just weed.
Appearance: The Gangster does not believe in saving money, spending it on his illegitimate children, or welfare family. Therefore, with the exception of strippers and cocaine, The Gangster spends all his money on gold chains, watches, athletic clothes, and other forms of bling.
Pros: Has great, reliable deals on commercial stuff. Can help you out with any other illegal goods or services you may want.
Cons: He’s on probation, the cops are probably watching him, and bigger fish periodically rob him. And when he gets hard up for cash, he robs the weed cutsies first.
Warning: Small bills anger him.
Calls his weed: Trees, Product, The Stuff.
Catchphrase: “Hey what the fuck did I tell you about tens, bitch?”
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/paranoid.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/paranoid.png) Type: Mr. Paranoia
Characteristics: The guy’s a total sketcher. Phone conversations with him involve so many pointless code words and jargon that you both hang up with only vague ideas about what the other was trying to say. In person, he whispers any words that might be considered incriminating, and flips out if you forget to follow one of the bizarre rules he’s given you, or one he just made up, or if his brain chemistry is off that day.
Appearance: An aura of shadiness surrounds him. The brim of his hat always seems to cover his beady, darting eyes. In a lineup with the other nine Types, he’d be the easiest to identify as a drug dealer.
Pros: Mr. Paranoia is your bright warning beacon. Is this the kind of life you want to lead?
Cons: Paranoia, as the saying goes, is contagious. Hanging out with this guy outside of work will shorten your life expectancy.
Warning: At first, you and your friends might just think he’s really clever. He’s not.
Calls his weed: Those movies you wanted, the new Green Day CD, that one thing we talked about last Wednesday except this time three quarters of it is brown cow status and another half is on the high end of the Red Baron’s lawnmower.
Catchphrase: “Are you sure that old lady sleeping on the bench across the street from your apartment is chill? Was that a siren? Do you hear helicopters?”
http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/articles/images/2007/03/19/medical.png (http://headsmagazine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/19/medical.png) Type: Mr. Medical
Characteristics: This lucky son of bitch has a license to grow, and possess, more weed than he could ever smoke. Depending on where you live and how strict the laws are, Mr. Medical may actually have a condition that can only be treated by cannabis. Most likely, however, he was just smart enough to work the system. As a result, he has the cheapest, freshest weed around every three months or so. Though seeing Mr. Medi’s grow room stirs feelings of jealousy in you, it also makes you want to quit hustling and grow your own crop.
Appearance: Mr. Medi may have a wheelchair, crutches, or another physical ailment, but there’s always a grin on his face.
Pros: Cheap weed, the chance to use a vaporizer, and the possibility that if you hang around him long enough he’ll designate you as his caretaker.
Cons: Sometimes Mr. Medical forgets that just because it’s currently relatively legal for him to grow and possess it, that doesn’t make it legal for him to sell it to you. He refuses to be discrete about anything, ever, and occasionally teases you about being paranoid.
Warning: May show up on your doorstep with a transparent turkey bag full of medicine slung over his shoulder.
Calls his weed: Medicine, what else?
Catchphrase: “It’s just a plant, man. Don’t worry so much.”