A skinny tout in a Commerce jacket and sunglasses assembles the customers in the shade of the porch. He marches up and down the line, checking their faces for the proper vibe of submission and dope-greed. As he walks and peers, he chants at them: kind of an auctioneer’s spiel. "Open for bidness, folks, open and smokin’! Got them Green-Top vials, fresh shipment from the brothers in Chapel Hill! Buy y’self five, get one for play. Ten silver quarters for a jugular hit!"