So I just went on a smoking dog walk, you know ripping my spoon in the shadows of the yard? Well I'm having a great sesh and all, loving the weather and then I start to boil. My fucking dealer who was supposed to hit me up at 7:30 to get some 30's, doesn't pick up for the eighth time. This little tit licker is the most immature dealer in the world. Dank goods but impossible to "deal" with in any way. What are your thoughts on dealers like this gc?