Dang son, one of the most important things you can do in life is not look like you are some skeezy roadside Kwinana freeway crack-hound selling vials to minors. Do you have a pubey moustache/wear Dada tracky-dacks that smell suspiciously ‘piss-like’? Or are you a rich kid from Trigg whose mum lends you $50 for lunch but instead you use it to buy product to sell to that 16 yo tuppy from All Saints that you’ve guiltily had your eyes on?