the 10 different type of pot dealers...

I lifted this from another pot forum........enjoy


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.”

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.”

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?”

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?"

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?”

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?”

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.”

Type: The Street Kid

Characteristics: You remember this guy—you bought your first bag from him. Or, you may have utilized his services while vacationing in a strange new city. In any case, while you were watching Saturday morning cartoons and eating mom’s special blueberry pancakes, this kid was on the street, hustling. When he’s not in Juvie or a halfway home, he’s on the corner pushing dime bags as fast as you can smoke them.

Appearance: Wears pants so big you can’t tell if he’s got shoes, but you can sure as hell see every inch of his boxer shorts. Wears the same ratty hoodie and low-slung backpack every day.

Pros: He’s all over the world, in every city, and he always introduces himself.

Cons: Some of his bags are a bit skimpy, but do you really want to call him on it? He hasn’t eaten all day! Also, after having his pockets and backpack searched every week by the cops, you don’t even want to know where he keeps his weed now…

Warning: CHECK FOR PONYTAIL! Do not be fooled by a Rip-Off Artist in disguise.

Calls his weed: Every name you’ve heard of, plus a few you haven’t.

Catchphrase: “Weedsmoke! Bud for sale! Need some herb, dude?”

Type: The Walking Party/Bust Waiting to Happen

Characteristics: This guy keeps a high profile. There are at least ten people in his apartment/dorm at all times, usually drunk. Since he knows every dealer in town, as they’ve all been to a party at his house at some point, he usually has good herb for a good price. Snowboarding trips and concerts aside, he’s always home, so if you don’t mind waiting in line to buy weed he’s not a bad guy to know.

Appearance: You’ve never seen him without shorts, sandals, slitty sunglasses, and a beer in his hand. He frequently wears Hawaiian shirts and visor caps as well.

Pros: He’s fun to hang out with, and his pad is a great place to make connections.

Cons: It’s also a great place to make unwanted connections.

Warning: Since the entire apartment complex knows this guy is a dealer, it’s only a matter of time before a sleep-deprived neighbor rats him out and he gets busted. Don’t be there when it happens.

Calls his weed: Chron-chron, Chrizon, Doj.

Catchphrase: “Hey-haaay! Whatuuup, dogger!”

Type: Johnny Dependable

Characteristics: This is the guy you want to know. He’s got a strong work ethic and such a low profile that you may already know him. However, you’ll probably have to be in the weed circuit for a while before he reveals himself as a professional pot dealer. He would’ve been great at any number of professions, but somehow he got into dealing weed and still hasn’t found a comparable way to make his money legally. If you’re a dealer, learn from him.

Appearance: Nondescript, unassuming. He probably looks like “the boy next door.”

Pros: This guy has weed nine out of ten times when you call him, and he somehow always manages to fit you into his schedule later that day. Never flakes on you or tries to act important.

Cons: His deals are always good, but rarely exceptional. He’s a shrewd businessman trying to make a profit and his prices reflect that.

Warning: Just because Johnny Dependable is always there for you doesn’t mean you should get rid of your other dealers’ phone numbers. Unlike some of the other Types, this guy is capable of success outside of the weed game, and when he graduates he may leave you high and dry.

Calls his weed: Weed.

Catchphrase: “See you in ten minutes.”

Funny shit.

bravo

the crazy thing is............ive had every one of these dealers over the years.....

My last dealer was fucking mr paranoia to a T. Id call him and he would be throwing all these code words out, have no clue what the hell he was even saying. I need to find another johhny dependable.

skiskate said:

My last dealer was fucking mr paranoia to a T. Id call him and he would be throwing all these code words out, have no clue what the hell he was even saying. I need to find another johhny dependable.

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Lol. I used to live in a small town of about 19,000 people. The kid I bought from lived two doors down. We do business, and I roll up a blunt. We're standing there talking and it's a police boat and coast guard cruiser sitting in the bay. Granted they're about 300 meters away. So we're talking and he get's mad sketched out. He honestly believes the LEO's were listening on our conversation. The kid was seriously whacked. He thought everyone was watching him. Despite the fact that in this little farm town local farmers were growing/selling 10-20x the product he was. He was connected, but no a big enough fish to feed anyone.

I had a johnny dependable. He moved to oregon. Last I heard he was doin it BIG!

thats great. i liked reading it. had a few of those dealers and found out i was johnny dependable

that's fuckin awesome haha.

I've waited for the "Lagging Mystic".

I'll be there in 1 hour turned into 3 weeks, once.

im mr medical and the pot snob

Sometimes I just want to get into the game so that my friends will have a johnny dependable. I HATE dealers who think they can just shunt you to the side because they have what you want. Which is why I buy dank weed in the largest amount I can afford (usually a half) so I have to deal with these guys as little as possible.

I've also definitely got some weed snob in me, but I can only blame RIU for it.

I need to find that Johnny Dependable. I'd take anyone that at least took dealing seriously and gave a shit about their product. It'd be easier to grow.

the weed snob and gangster remind me of myself lol.

Edit: yeah i got my weed snob from riu. thanks for educating me lol

Over the years I've bought from every single one of these types. My current connection is probably most like The Walking Party, though not quite that extreme.

This was good for a laugh. Love the little drawings.

<--- Weed snob though I don't deal. Actually got my snobbery from harvesting for a grower while I was in high school. He always has somewhere around 15 - 30 strains growing. He paid me in bud which ROCKED!

Need to find a weed snob dealer, I'm so sick of 'drough' and 'good shit' that I could vomit. Tell me the strain or at a minimum Sativa dom, Indica Dom or hybrid. Granted the 'good shit' I got is a REALLY good hybrid but I have no idea what it is other than damned good.

Grmble guess I just have to grow or wait for hell to freeze over, er I mean legalization.

-RT76

if i did distribute id be a johnny dependable, but only to 5 people

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Lol. I used to live in a small town of about 19,000 people. The kid I bought from lived two doors down. We do business, and I roll up a blunt. We're standing there talking and it's a police boat and coast guard cruiser sitting in the bay. Granted they're about 300 meters away. So we're talking and he get's mad sketched out. He honestly believes the LEO's were listening on our conversation. The kid was seriously whacked. He thought everyone was watching him. Despite the fact that in this little farm town local farmers were growing/selling 10-20x the product he was. He was connected, but no a big enough fish to feed anyone.

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Hahah thats hilarious man, this guy used to yell at us if we said weed INSIDE his house. He said the cops could listen to us through our phones. I always thought he was crazy, then he went and saw a shrink who told him that weed isnt helping him ( apparently he has problems) so he changed his number and doesnt talk to anybody who he dealt with before.

i have had pretty much every dealer on that list, i have had a johnny dependable for like a year now, its kinda nice butt i miss getting surprised with some really good shit. its too consistent now

this is pretty gay.

just generalizations.