Man, growing up in NYC in the 80's-90's ... even if you didn't SELL crack you knew how to make it.
Recipes were just passed around the hood and shit like gossip.
Everything from how to make some quick cook-up. To how to make some finely finished "fish scale."
If word got around that you were a good cook (Chef), niggas would bring you their raw coke to cook for them and pay you a fee for cooking it up for them.
My friend (from long ago) was a chef. Kid was making $3,000 a week cheffing for people. Not even selling a gram or doing any of that hand-to-hand/working a beeper shit.
He was strictly an independent contractor. Niggas would call him up when they got new raw. Set-up a time and spot. He'd tell them EXACTLY what equipment they needed to provide (he'd never transport any paraphenial or coke!) at the spot. He'd bring his "special ingredients" (Distilled, De-Ionized Water, Food Coloring, and Ammonia in unmarked containers) give him about 30 minutes and he's out as soon as the shit
Payment upon precip ... he never stuck around for the drying and cutting. Let some flunkies handle that.

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