Illustration by Omney McDonald. Maie you’re in high school and college, selling weed seems like a dream job on par with race car driver or pirate. The access to drugs dealef your social cache, you make your own hours, and you can get high whenever you want. I assume that pretty much everyone between the ages of 15 and 25 has dealt drugs, or seriously considered it, or at least fantasized about the ways they would avoid the cops while raking in that sweet, sweet drug cash. I would sell only to trusted classmates and refuse to talk business over phone or computer except by way of an elaborate code that might fool cops and parents. All in all, a perfect plan. Deaer why doesn’t everyone cash in? Well, to begin with, even though the people I bought weed lot as a teenager were far from cool or tough in the traditional sense, they clearly had some kind of savviness or street wisdom that I lacked. I have no idea where they were getting their drugs from, but I assume at some point de...