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Chapter 1 from my novel Dungeons and Dispensaries. I discover the joy of smoking cannabis for the first time.

By the end of the summer, I had an appetite for weed on a regular basis. I knew I needed my own bong so I could get high without Griffin. Once school started up again, I bought my first bong off a classmate for $20. He claimed he was quitting smoking weed after getting caught by his parents. He paid $40 but would accept $20. It was used and not clean at all. It was made of plastic and smelled like an ashtray. On the front it had a big Sector Nine skateboarding sticker on it.

My discovery of kink, If you are uncomfortable skip ahead to chapter 4.

Sophomore year is when I met Brandon Rodriguez. He was another friend of Griffin. Brandon was a year older than me but had already finished school. He acquired his GED early and parted ways with his parents before he was 18. Despite being homeless and jobless he always managed to get by. He seemed to always seduce local girls he met online and convince them to let him stay with them and feed him. He was a pretty persuasive and manipulative guy. He wore eye makeup, had painted

By my junior year in high school, I was already selling weed. I started off combining my money with a group of different friends who also smoked weed. Each Friday I would collect everyone’s money during school. Then after school I would ride my bike over to the local dealer’s house. I bought the weed and then split it up into everyone’s specific portions. I would hang out and take a few bong rips. I always made sure to pack one for my dealer. Then I delivered each portion to

In order to get weed I had to find a new source. I was not even selling weed anymore at this point. I just needed weed to smoke. P.J. and my former crew made that difficult. That summer before Senior year, in order to keep me out of trouble, my dad gave me a job working for him as a house painter. I was only doing entry level tasks like covering floors with paper and tape and cleaning up but I managed to earn a little money. My parents did not want to give me all the money at

I started hanging out regularly at Jason’s house. We converted his garage full of old furniture into our smoking lounge. Over time we started collecting free furniture we saw the neighbors throwing out or someone's family was getting rid of. Our first major addition was a white L shaped couch we found a few blocks away. It took the two of us three trips to carry it all into the garage. Jason thoroughly cleaned it. We each claimed one of the corners as our regular seat. Neithe

Jason had a cousin named Lil Ron. Lil Ron looked the complete opposite of Jason. While Jason was ridiculously tall, Lil Ron was short. He was an ambitious hustler with a bowl cut hybrid hairstyle. His dark hair swept across his forehead. He had a big nose, perfect for snorting as much coke as possible and an overbite optimized for chewing up pills. Jason got majority of his weed from Lil Ron. Since Jason and I started putting our money together I started getting my weed from

Now that I was selling weed and had a bit more money, I needed a decent bong. When you are under the age of 18 it can be nearly impossible to purchase a bong. The smoke shops in the beach cities where I lived all asked for ID before they would sell you anything smoking related. It could be difficult to even buy a lighter sometimes. I did not have many friends who were over eighteen and willing to go into a smoke shop. Most of the bongs I had purchased were second hand from ot

My senior year in high school there was a house on my block that became the official high school party house. As the nearest weed dealer I eventually got invited to one of their parties. A sophomore girl from my school named Tasha lived there with her father. Her father was constantly traveling for work and never home. At one of their quieter parties, I met Sierra. Sierra was a petite blond who loved to dance and drink. She was Tasha’s best friend and an absolute bitch to any

A few months later, literally a week after my 18th birthday I received a message from Brandon Rodriguez. We caught up for an hour or so on instant messenger. I told him how I was selling weed and making tons of money. He was in town; he now had his own van and offered to come pick me up to hang out at some girl’s house. If I had been in school like a normal high school senior, I would not have been able to go but I was in independent study. Brandon pulled up outside my house

Diversion was a six-month program. You attended weekly three-hour meetings similar to Alcoholics Anonymous. Except everyone there was a serious drug addict. Everyone but me. The meetings were at the community center of a nearby town about ten minutes from my house. The initial sign up was $300. Then you had to pay weekly payments of $30 for each meeting. The meetings were held in a classroom style setting with a big circle of chairs facing each other. The man running the prog

In the wake of Lil Ron getting busted Jason had to find a new steady source for weed. Lil Ron left a serious weed shaped hole in the South Bay. There were obviously other dealers, but their prices did not match up to Lil Ron and the weed he got from Hookr. Lil Ron's biggest competitor was Jody Santini. Jody was the guy who rode the motor scooter and sold weed to Doogie. The Santini family supposedly got their weed from Northern California and had a firm grip of the streets of

When the oldest Santini brother Bobby heard Carson was hanging out with us at Jason’s house and that he stole Jody's weed, he was furious. A few days after Carson's return, Jason received a phone call from a number he did not recognize. He let the call go to voicemail and then quickly checked it once his phone alerted him to a message. He seemed to hear the voice and metaphorically shit himself right then and there. It was Bobby. “Carson is not allowed at your house anymore.

Trent “Dyno Mutt” Dade was the first person to start following me over to Jason's garage. His mother passed away when he was very young, and his dad worked a full-time job as a plumber. He was mostly raised by his older sisters. I had first met Trent in school when I was a Junior. He was a grade below me. One day I was standing in line to buy food during lunch. The line was at least ten students in front of me. This younger student with short brown hair and fucked up teeth ju

"Starting Pitcher for Dominquez Hills, a local boy born and raised in Redondo Beach. Welcome John Ripley to the mound!" John Ripley had gone to high school with me and was a grade above. John was the star pitcher on our high school varsity baseball team. He was so good at baseball he received a scholarship to one of the local colleges, CSU Dominquez Hills, and played in the professional minor leagues during the summers. He was known for throwing a 90-mph fast ball during a hi

Donnie Barrow had spent the first few years of High school getting picked on. He was kind of a dick though. Donnie teased a foreign exchange student everyday our freshmen year. On the last day of school, the teacher left to use the restroom. The foreign exchange student got up out of his desk and kicked Donnie’s ass. Donnie was laying on the floor and the foreign exchange student flipped Donnie’s desk on top of him. When the teacher returned, she saw Donnie laying on the floo

Dash Manor was Jason and Lil Ron’s friend growing up. They had all played basketball together. Unlike Jason and Lil Ron, Dash was serious about basketball and played for the Mira Costa High School team. Dash also had a love for Xanax which is something Lil Ron and he bonded over. The first time I met Dash he was riding passenger seat in his friend's car. Dash's friend's parents were out of town for the week, and Dash had convinced him to take the keys and drive a minivan his

Peter was Dyno Mutt’s older friend. Apparently, he had dated his older sister until she discovered he was a loser. He was already 22 and bought majority of our booze. He was also a mooch and sometimes only agreed to buy booze if he could drink it with us for free. He looked like a young Johnny Depp from "What's eating Gilbert Grape" and had a big mole on his cheek. The rumor around town was that Peter’s parents supposedly killed an elderly man they were taking care of and sus

Lil Ron got sent to a Juvenile detention camp somewhere outside Los Angeles. Several people had told us it was one of the easiest Juvenile centers in the country. It was a minimum-security facility reserved for nonviolent offenders. A rehab center with bars. Lil Ron made it sound like he was Miklo from the movie Blood in Blood out. There were many rumors around the neighborhood that Lil Ron had turned police informant and narked on a few of the other drug dealers in the neigh