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The Worst Drug Dealing Horror Story I’ve Ever Heard
“He jumped out of the second floor window and broke one of his arms and legs.”
The cottage industry that is student dealing flourished around 2008; partly as a result of a decline in academic values within many British universities and partly due to the arrival of the student-favoured cheap stimulant mephedrone.
By 2009, reports began to surface claiming that some people actually enrol on university courses with the sole purpose of selling drugs — the student loan serves nicely as a start-up fund. By 2014, I think everyone had to admit that casual dealing amongst students had become commonplace.
I spoke with Peter*, he’s a 24-year-old Londoner who went to university in Nottingham. He is an old-skool smoker; we all know at least one. He favours bongs over vaping, his baggy jeans are littered with crevices produced by hot rocks — marking him out as a long-term habitual user — and he will definitely steal your lighter.
In Nottingham, he spent half a decade as a successful mid-level university weed dealer, during which time he supplied an immeasurable number of students with their evening smoke.
