A derogatory term for a scuzzy wannabe-
hippie drug dealer, primarily selling skunkweed and possibly a little fake blotter acid for good measure. Always unwashed, with greasy matted hair (typically dreadlocks), the dirt merchant has horrible B.O. with an over-stench of patchouli mixed into it. Filthy feet poking out of Birkenstocks and lots of hemp jewelry are a hallmark of the dirt merchant, as is the inability to form a coherent sentence. Favorite bands are The Grateful
Dead (of course), Phish, and the String
Cheese Incident. Probably homeless, though he or she
may live in a busted-down bus or VW Vanagon, probably with at least 5 other dirt merchants and one or two stinky
dogs.
That dirt merchant just tried to sell me a
bag of shake for $35!
Shit, remember that dirt merchant I met who was slinging acid next to that Port-o-Potty at the String
Cheese Incident show? She totally gave me crabs, man!