"So, yeah, a big-boy catch team came through maybes an hour ago, right? They had this poor dude all wrapped up in plastic. No respect for the little guy, those teams—knocked over my dad’s stall on the way. Hate ’em, but what you gonna do? That’s why I always sells personal. No stall for me, all goods are in my pockets, easy to avoid conflict and stuff if you go one-on-one."