Assuming you don't have small children, guns, live within 1,000 feet of a public school, or have untrustworthy roommates,
then your own home is probably the safest place to deal. It's important to make sure that no one can look in your windows
and watch you making deals. I know you're saying "Duh" right now, but I've seen people forget about this.
You also want to make sure that people are staying at least half an hour when they're coming over to buy from you. I've
mentioned this before, but it is very important and many customers can be very thoughtless when it comes to this common courtesy,
so it's important to make it clear (without being an asshole) that you cut people off when they don't hang out an appropriate
amount of time.
It's important to have a good rapport with your neighbors. Your neighbors are one of the major risks from selling from
your home, especially if you have loud parties or simply just a stereo with good bass. If you're at all concerned with your
neighbors calling the cops or the apartment manager because of noise issues, be sure to visit your neighbors, give them your
phone number, tell them you may have a problem with getting too loud, and ask them to call you instead of the cops if one
of your parties gets out of hand. Go out of your way to be nice to your neighbors-just saying something like "If you ever
need anything, don't be afraid to ask," can greatly reduce the chances of your neighbors calling the cops for noise complaints
or to report the numbers of people coming and going from your home.
Be careful about your garbage too. The police can legally search your garbage without a warrant. For small time dealers
this probably isn't too serious a consideration, unless you have a large quantity of stems and seeds or used baggies.
And
also, this should go without saying, but be very careful of fires. You don't want the fire department coming into your home
and seeing your collection of bongs and such. I had a friend who accidentally dropped a bowl into a pile of clothing, then
couldn't find it, and finally left it. The fire department showed up an hour later, after he'd left, put out the fire in his
bedroom, and found a pile of weighed sacks on his desk. When my friend arrived home, his sacks were scattered across his lawn.
Supposedly the firemen had thrown them out the window as a statement about how stupid he'd been, but you can see how bad it
would have been if they'd decided to inform the police.
