Bags themselves become addicting I think. The whole thing of tearin the bricks open rippin the magazine paper off, then takin the rubber band off a bundle, rippin the tape open on a bag, squeezin the sides so the d in the bottom loosens up, flickin em towards the light to see how fat it is, then holdin em upside down and flickin em so there ain't a fuckin molecule of loose dope left in the bag. Callin to hear about what stamp is hot and what ain't, mufuckers bein like "man back in 06 when I had them XXX bags around June and July, now that was some fuckin diesel!" If you just buyin dope in a sandwich bag you just like "yeah the dope in 06 was fire"
It's a love/hate thing I guess. When bags are flame there ain't a much better way to do dope as far as my experience and I've had dope pretty much every way its packaged. Makes it easy to measure your dose, when I was gettin grams I'd be blowin thru them shits like nothin cuz I was just guessin instead of bein like "Ima do 7 bags right now, which is exactly X amount of dollars"
Plus if your slingin d, it's waaay fuckin easier to just get it already ready to go then like I said before sit up baggin up which might look like fun in the movies, but the fun disappears quick...or so I've heard.
Stamps got their downsides tho, like their easy to get wet/moist, the names can usually be traced back to certain hoods/gangs, sometimes you get a brick of XXX bags on Monday that are some of the best you had, get the same name on Tuesday and they ain't shit. You never really know exactly how much dope your gettin cuz a bag could weigh .05 or fuckin .15 and like when you tryin to do a bundle or a few bundles real quick you got to be rippin open all the bags, then you got tape and half ripped bags everywhere and you've been in the gas station bathroom for 5 min and you still ain't even got all the bags open.
Haha I could go on and on about it, but I'm glad Pittsburgh is a "stamp city" I guess you could say