It is common practice in this neighbourhood for drug dealers to reach out to new customers by muttering their list of goods as people walk by. "Acid, coke, pot." I don't know who does acid anymore but someone must because it's been muttered to me.
This afternoon when I was walking back from a grocery excursion a guy muttered "Fourteen inches" as I passed him.
I suppose that just as someone out their is keeping acid on the market, someone else is picking up using insanely ridiculous strategies.