Some people look at him and go "wow, that looks really dull and lonely.", get their stuff, then leave.

I look at him and go "Wow, you make more money than I ever will simply by sitting on your couch and redistributing what someone else worked for." and wish I could have gotten in on it at some point.

I think it's funny how drug dealers are percieved nowadays. If you sell drugs, you're looked at as some sort of failure.

Really, let's think about this. Person A goes to school, works hard, gets into a good university, spends thousands of dollars to study up, then becomes, say, a doctor, making around a hundred grand a year, most of which goes to paying back the schooling they've spent most of their life taking.

Person B quits highschool at sixteen, and goes to work at McDonald's. He starts selling on the side. Assuming he sells at least three ounces a day (which I will usually buy by myself when I pick up, provided I have the money), he's made AT LEAST a hundred dollars, plus whatever his real job pays. That adds up to a minimum of around 30 thousand dollars a year. That's nearly a third of what person A makes, minimum. If person B sells more than that, which is incredibly likely, they will make even more. Replace the pot with somethig like coke, and you're making more than Person A by quite a bit.

Now, consider how much time and money person A spent to become a doctor and make that kind of cash. Consider the amount of effort Person B put in proportionate to that.

Now, consider this. Person A decides he HATES being a doctor. It's too bad he's in debt now and can't do anything else. Person B hates being a dealer. So he stops and does something else.

See what I mean? While I agree with the premise that selling drugs isn't a great accomplishment in life because it IS so easy, neither is wasting most of your life to be just as unhappy with things.

As another example, look at me and Lisa. Up until this year, I made more mostly legitimate money than anyone I know (excluding like, my rich uncle), and have not finished grade ten. Lisa went to school for massage therapy, decided she didn't want to do it, and now has a couple thousand dollars to pay back. I'm pretty sure she's never made over ten bucks and hour, despite her college education and honor roll grades. Even unemployed, a basic knowledge of gardening garnered from spending more time playing with peas and potatoes than going to school means I can theoretically make 10 times what she makes working her ass off at the hotel, simply by "adding water".