Getting in with the younger crowd and the older crowd and middlemanning for them is the way to go, but it really is a full time job. You just have to make sure that you're very well connected and as reliable as possible and a lot of people will come to you an pay the markup if it means getting their shit quickly with no risks rather than going through a dealer they don't know very well. Back in my days of using I had quite a few older customers that would buy in bulk every couple weeks that would put some decent gas in my tank, cash for dinner, and a couple days supply cut from what I was giving them, which was really sweet and I would always make sure these customers were taken care of excellently. With the younger folks I would give them the option of waiting until I got a decent amount of people together along with a bit of a markup so I could take care of myself, or tell them they could simply buy me something and I would take care of them right away. In times of desperation I would pick out one or two of them that I felt uncomfortable helping out, people who begged and cried calling my phone every 30 seconds, asking for me to go way out of my way for small quantities at a loss to myself, and I would simply take their money. It's an asshole thing to do, but I honestly really don't feel too terrible about it because sometimes it was the only way to get these people off my ass.
At the time I was living in a rural area about 40 miles outside of Milwaukee hustling heroin was much more lucrative. Dope is all phone connects in MKE and you average sweater vest wearing pill head supporting his habit with mommy and daddys $350 a week allowance being far too scared to encounter anything other than acre lots and short haired white folks I was able to get a ton of people to throw in when I made runs a few times a day at double the price for rocks and/or blows. I was competing with people who would buy a ton of bags and cut them in half or less and cut them down with dormin and then charge double the price I was the goto guy seeing as my shit was huge and flame as fuck compared to the shit they could buy in our town. For the few people who started shooting I was able to charge a giant markup on boxes of pins bought at the pharmacy right in our town simply because the folks were too scared or didn't know they could.
Other than that I worked a decent full time third shift job making around $500 a week, which was more than enough to keep stocked with illicit methadone, benzos, herb, alcohol, and the odd stash of pharm opiates while living quite comfortable, maintaining my vehicle and paying rent along with a few clean roomates. I most definitely wasn't starving, and I could be more than comfortable on my wages using methadone and a couple good fixes throughout the week without having to do any hustling if I didn't want to. Unfortunatly the draw of the heroin was far too much, so that didn't work out that well. My strategy for a few years was to cash advance around $5000 from various credit cards and go on a decent binge for a month or so banging a ton of dope and smokin rocks, then once that ran dry I would go on suboxone and hustle as hard as I could and send the credit cards as much of my wages as possible to get the bills paid as quick as I could while occasionally dipping in to my personal stashes for the rare few days of pleasure here and there while I waited to go on my next big ass binge.
Even with all of the lucrative hustles I had going I still had to resort to scrapping shit, pawning personal possessions, and stealing from time to time. Especially towards the end of binges of extremely heavy use where I still had to cover my rent and other needs, but I didn't want to stop quite yet despite my funds being depleted. I lived with a couple mechanics who owned their own shop, and they would bring me all kinds of alternators and parts and shit that I would either separate and scrap or resell. I could have ran my own fucking Autozone there for awhile with the stock I'd have on hand. Every few months or so I'd have caches of copper and other metals I could scrap to fund a couple week long mega binge. I also had a terrible habit of selling every possession I owned that was worth more than $10 and then rebuying the same shit and reselling it for a quarter of it's value a month later. Another good hustle I had was with all my roommates and their friends being in to fucking with their cars and shit, I would find parts they needed and steal them off cars in parking lots and shit and sell them to them at a fair price. I cringe to think of what a brazen piece of shit I was back in those days, breaking hood latches and stealing headlights, and bombing down back roads if the owner happen to come chasing after me. I really deserve to have been put in the hospital via assbeating many more times than I had back then.
Sorry for the tl;dr post, but for those who are interested, I really wanted to show how much goes in to supporting a large habit. I don't really mind sharing the information as it's all a few years in the past, and I'm a far different person these days, so I can't really spend all of my days moping around in shame. It just really amazes me that during some of my heaviest years using I probably grossed well over $100,000 a year, but now that I am relativley sober and stable on suboxone I stuggle to pay for the perscripting and doctors appointment that costs less than a couple days worth of drugs in my using days. As I struggle my hardest trying to be free from the opiate ball and chain once and for all, I hope that someday I can apply myself and have the drive to improve my life with the same zeal that an addict chases his fix. It's really amazing how strong the pull is, that something as basic as food can't even compete. Many days I've gone without eating, or gathered up a few dollars worth of change to get a box of instant ramen noodles, but you can be damn sure there never was a day where I said shit, I think I'm just going to skip using today so I can have a good meal, or "I'm a little short on cash, so I'll just buy a few vicodins and be happy with those for today". Yeah fucking right! That's how people get rich, they have that same drive to stack green, and even then I bet it isn't even half as strong a force.