How DARE Mr. food truck for stepping on the Deep State’s business ventures.
50 years ago in St. Petersburg the ice cream trucks that jingled all over town were mostly driven by big hairy men with Pagan colors. They cheerily sold ice cream to the little kids and drugs to the older kids. I never heard of them getting busted so they must have had a good business plan.
I asked, what's up? Look at that, I was told. A guy was parading up & down the area stage front with a sign draped on his shoulders. It had front & back placards that read; Joints $X.00/ea, Acid $X.00/hit, Speed $X.00/hit & a couple other things. He had a white, pocketed cash/product carry apron tied around his waist. Couldn't believe it, even for a Dead show it was way blatant. I never found out how he managed to get that sign set up in.
What are you going to do about it, I asked. About then a couple of our T-Shirt security guys got to him & walked him over to us and out sight of the crowd were he was instantly cuffed. "There's Nothing Like A Grateful Dead Concert" ;O)
Bet he’s not the only food truck selling more than advertised.