In our world of comparisons, just for a moment let’s compare your average street dope dealer to NFL (supposed) superstars (Moss types). In our world of comparisons, just for a moment let’s compare your average street dope dealer to NFL (supposed) superstars (Moss types). On the surface, we see two uniquely different individuals, but if you’re just a little more observant, there are remarkable similarities.
Both have the ability to earn large amounts of money in relatively short periods of time. Extravagant life styles are usually their trade mark, including spending the fruits of their labor frivolously. Both are considered role models and plagues on the community at the same time. The professions they choose openly exploit them and the community they represent. Some mysterious “overseer” makes millions of dollars on the backs of their laborious tasks only to cast them aside once they are rendered useless.
In our community, we seem only ready, willing and able to supply our children to fill the empty vacancies. Of course there are some obvious differences between the two: one pays taxes and the other doesn’t. The dope dealer’s is not a respectable profession, at least not publicly. The retirement benefits don’t actually coincide, but dope dealers die young and the old folks home for dope dealers is called jail, so who cares.
It is remarkable that both professions get similar amounts of publicity from the media. The entrepreneurial spirit runs deep in both jobs. The need to be on top or to have the “Go to
Guy” title more times than not leads to their demise. The span of time for both careers only lasts minutes when compared to normal career choices. Hidden talents and vast abilities of the participants go unnoticed by the overseer, and the viewing public alike, unless they are being exploited.
Let’s not forget they must be immune to physical pain and discomfort, plus to possess the ability to exert speed and agility on a moment’s notice is also a prerequisite for minimal success. The roles almost seem interchangeable, almost. However, you see, a dope dealer would never try to run down a White woman in his car, especially after just smoking a joint!