They say that the best drug dealers don’t look like drug dealers. As an upper–middle–class white girl, my little side business has lifted more than a few eyebrows. But I’m no Walter White—I’m just a low–key drug dealer.

When I started at Penn last fall I didn’t intend to sell. However, when I mentioned to a friend that I had access to some illicit goods, she came to me in search of the very things she knew I offered. And so, it began. I started selling pills, mostly Adderall (but don’t ask me how I get it, because that’s another story). I’d usually sell them at five bucks a pop, sometimes more or less as my business expanded and depending on the customer. Word spread about my goods, but I never actively tried to expand my customer base. I had my regulars and they had me; it was a beautiful, symbiotic relationship.

My second semester at Penn brought on the edibles. A close friend was selling some pot brownies to pay his fraternity dues, and I bought one for my big–big after hearing that she enjoyed Mary Jane’s company. However, we didn’t know each other that well and I chickened out. I decided not to give her my awkwardly–purchased gift and looked to sell it instead.

Not thinking too much about it, I walked down my freshman hall asking, “Anyone want this?” You would have thought I was carrying a chunk of solid gold. My hallmates fought over the weed–packed brownie, so I offered to go pick up a few more. Next thing I knew, I was the middle(wo)man. Just a few weeks later, my edibles business evolved. I teamed up with my friend, and we now have our own line of scrumptious weed treats. She cooks, and I push our product—but don’t worry, I can still get you pills on the side.

During my year as a low–key drug dealer, I’ve learned that most people will never take me seriously. Many customers perceive me as an innocent little girl, and I know they continually question my knowledge and legitimacy. When it comes down to it, I don’t really care. In a perverse way, it feels good knowing that there are people who rely on me. I’m a gift that keeps on giving.