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When it comes to sneakerheads, we have a lot in common with a lot of people. You might think you're cooler than a comic book collector or less desperate than an Apple freak but the similarities are undeniable. But what if you're giving off other signs? If you're flipping kicks, it's a good possibility you're also a "weed carrier." OK, maybe that's harsh (we don't want to blow your cover), but it may appear that way to others. And you know how mainstream media likes to make sneakerheads seem like the bad guys. Check out 10 Signs You're a Sneakerhead Weed Carrier and let us know if your favorite sneakerhead fits the bill (because we know it's not you).
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Your boys all have the latest releases, and you don't.
After copping for everyone else every time, you'd think you'd be blessed with every release yourself. But you gotta use those hard-earned connects to hook up other people first, which is why you're still wearing white IIIs with a Jumpman on the back. Keep at it, though.
The security guards at all the local sneaker spots know your name.
First in line again? Again and again. The rent-a-cops don't even need to see you to know its you, at this point they recognize your damn chair. And they should, you spend more time at the store than they do.
You have to cop other people pairs to be able to afford your own.
You're not really a "re-seller," as you know who you're copping for, but you still need that little service charge so you can cop one more pair for yourself. And if you still come up short, you're the one who misses out.
You're the only one in your "crew" who knows release dates.
It seems kind of weird that all your boys want every new release, but never have any idea when they drop. They're always asking you instead, even after you send them links. Like it's your job or something.
You Instagram 10 pairs of every hyped release.
Yeah, those are all yours. And that's not your dad's maxi-van either.
You wait in line for your boy.
"Yeah man, I got you. You get me next time." Only "next time" never seems to come, and you're the only one in your crew who has a lawn chair but no lawn.
You don't trust banks, you prefer dealing in cash.
OK, fine, you bring a knot to every release because OTHER people prefer to deal in cash. And because all your cards keep getting declined. But it sounds cooler to just say you only deal in straight cash, homie.
You know all your boy's sizes in all brands.
No need to bring a list or text people to find out what size they need-you already know. And that's not something you're gonna tell anyone. Sure, you're copping that full size run to re-sell. Of course.
You only respond to text messages.
Most people know better than to actually try and call you, but even those who don't figure it out soon enough. You never actually "talk" business in public.
You can't talk about your supplier.
You know where to get the good stuff-early-but you're damn well not telling anyone else. Otherwise what would anyone need you for?
