I for one don't give a rat's ass what the strain is, as long as it gets me high. My dealer respects me for that because he always gets these stupid fucks asking him what strain it is, or demanding him to get white widow or orange kush or other strains for them.

High school dealers (with my experience) do suck.

I'm fortunate enough to not have a high school dealer now, and my guy weighs his stuff, and he always has on him, aswell as other goodies if I need them.