Drugs are sold in quantity everywhere in all neighborhoods wealthy and disadvantaged alike, in the eighties Garden City was a cocaine and weed hotbed, I got mine in a small mansion right off Stewart Ave, a literal millionaires row. I'm not talking about hood deals you made in your senior year in high school at a basketball court on the South Conduit with 20 hood rats swarming around your car. Of course you didn't get out of the car in that environment, but if you were scoring an OZ of then illegal grass from a friendly , the gas cap door is the one place on the car cops never looked in. I stopped doing hood deals in the 80's after a buddy was pistol whipped in Rockaway scoring pot. When I went to the basketball courts on the conduit I always bought along a vicious husky I had , a rescue animal who had been abused by previous owners who had acquired a serious aversion to those of a certain ethnic persuasion. Every time dealers came too close to the window he was all fangs and growls, if the window was rolled down all the way he was going out, no stopping him. Sometimes he scared dealers off and they would take off running, but my deals were done at arms length through a 1\2 open window.... I've long retired from hood street deals.