It depends on where you live. I grew up in a poor part of Alabama. At 15 I could get you almost anything you wanted. Hell, the parents of some of the kids I grew up with were crack heads.
I remember I was hanging with a kid named Ronnie. Ronnie’s mom was named Connie, and a crack head. We were chillin with his bedroom window open when we heard “psssst hey. Psssssst hey Connie.” We looked out the window and saw one of our other friends moms fiendin. When she saw us she went “Hey Ronnie come here and give me a hug!” It was uncomfortable to say the least.
Ronnie is now serving life in Georgia. He tortured a man to death for the combination to his safe. Being a crackhead and a parent fucks your kids up. There were 3 kids in that house and all of them are varying degrees of fucked.