The Open Air Drug Market Bicycle Salesmen - Means

Craig is showing us yet another one of his drug dealers.

In this dealers case, a bicycle dealer, Craig is showing who he calls for home drug delivery service.

Craig, I hope that one of these gangbangers has a computer, looks at your blog of lies, realizes it's you, and puts a few dozen rounds in you!!! So Does most of Rogers Park

DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE Craig!!!!!

**ORIGINAL POST**
The Set-Up: To catch these guys in action, you've got to be slick. Because they're slick. Slicky smooth. There's no sound to the video, so I'll explain the procedure and how it goes down. I watched this go on for over an hour. I recorded the quickie exchange and aftermath.

There's five (5) of them. Two on bikes, three hanging out in front of the Golden Mini-Mart. They've spotted the buyer, a bike courier drives up and picks up the product from the holder and whisks off to make the transaction.

Once the product holder is done doing his job, this frees up his time to cat-call the customer exiting the Golden Mini-Mart. From the body language this dude is displaying, I'm guessing he said, "Yo, sexy hot Mama, I've got my baggy pants full of the big-boy, love muscle - and baby-cakes, it's waitin' for you, come-on, come-on!" Or something like that.

Given the cold shoulder from his 'potential sexy mama,' him and his other white t-shirt buddy want to spar with each other. Or maybe they're practicing the fine art of gooning?

The cycle continued. When the police did drive by, the guys meandered in various directions just long enough for the police to drive out of site. Then, it was back to business on Morse Avenue. This must be what Joe Moore, Kim Bares and the Special Service Area street tax #24 call economic development. A bunch of thugs hanging on the sidewalk, running a never-ending, open air drug market enterprise.

You want drugs? - Part 1

You want drugs? - Part 2

You want drugs? - The Nighttime Version