Back in that day when I was young and dumb I was in the drug scene for a little bit. I had several friends who were dealers and made trips to NYC to get their stuff. You could buy it down there in bulk for about 1/3 of the price you brought it back and sold it for. I went along on a few trips with a fist full of cash so I could get discount prices. I was put in some very dangerous situations. The worst was going into a high rise project building in the Bronx about 8 floors up and you had to walk because the elevators were broke. It was run like a drug store, one customer at a time. There was literally a line of a dozen people and a guy at the door with a sawed off double and several people inside all holding guns. One went in at a time and they had anything you wanted in quantity. Just getting back to your car was a huge sigh of relief. This was probably 1989-1990. Not the best places to be for a white boy.