because here I'm not afraid of the dealers. It's the drug-desperate junkie that has no money I'm threatened by, regardless of whether they can fill their fix at a neighbor's house or at Walmart.
Oh, this points out the one size fits all thing doesn't work.
In the city, everyone in the game sucks.
In the country, you might not think the dealer ain't a problem, and he likely ain't, till you get on his radar or he branches out.
I grew up in the hood and then in the sticks. Not far from my backyard was a guy running crank, whores, guns, etc. for the Hell's Angels. It was a bit of a problem, especially if you got on their radar.
A kid I went to school with had an uncle tortured to death (they found his testicles in his stomach) in an abandoned van. He was a pilot and the theory of those involved was that he used to run for the Angel's to make their connect in CA / SA and he decided he wanted out.
He wasn't into them.
He wasn't snitching.
He just wanted to stop.
So he had body parts cut off, was burned, cut, etc. Over the course of 12-14 hours.