To this day, I always wonder about the boots who actually bought stuff for my crew of teenaged degenerates. We almost always cold approached strangers around the liquor store, and always found at least one person within (on average) 30 minutes.

It was actually kinda rare for someone to take a cut too (though did happen occasionally). I know I don't fuck with that as an adult now, the fines are pretty severe (and were back then too).