I was lucky through most my addiction my best mate we like brothers really a big dealer around here so i get it at cost and before he stomped on it . But he was locked for 2 of the years i on it and it was a nightmare . The fucking waiting getting shit gear fear of getting robbed meeting in some weird fucking places because he on a paranoia trip . I once had to walk through a muddy bank he was waiting in bushes had new suede timberlands on they got fucked slipped so mud all over me you got to do it your on a clock either that or wdsits so true lol thats literally how it goes. Then eventually that dealer robs you or gets arrested and you gotta find a new one and then you may get robbed a couple times in the mean while trying to find a new dealer. You can go to the hood and ask around but for someone who is black like me that is ill advised