My Boston dealer was this weird old dude in his 50s. I thought he had some mental problems but then found out he was an H addict. He was pretty cool but weird, always VERY laid back and ALWAYS home. Great guy for me though, I could call him up and he would be all ??yeah man stop on by?. He lived in a fairly nice apartment building in Brookline, a very safe and nice neighborhood right on the subway line. I never really stayed around and talked to him much. I liked to keep it all business, in and out. That always seemd cool with him too. Very safe and convenient for me.
