I became a "pusher man" towards the middle/end of my freshman year. If you don't know what that means, it's basically selling, except I got nothing out of it but a dollar or two off a gram every now and then and an un-useful client list. I pushed for a guy for about 3 months until he decided he didn't want to be involved in the game anymore and that's when he turned his client list over to me. During my time working for him, I was the in-between guy. I would get the goods from him, go meet up with the client(s), and then return with his payment. I thoroughly enjoyed it because it was exciting and I met up with a lot of folks. I can imagine it was quite a surprise to see a young girl waiting for them at the rendezvous point. Never was it at any point about how much money I could make doing this type of thing. It was the thrill of being a part of something forbidden, and using my position as a pusher man to explore the faces (and places) of marijuana.
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Author19 years old. Sophomore in college. Archives
March 2015
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