Dungeons and Dispensaries

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

Growing up I loved video games. My earliest memories all center around my first Sega Genesis and Sonic the Hedgehog when I was five. I even carried around a little stuffed Sonic wherever I went. I had my own little TV/VCR combo and learned how to connect my video games to the back of the TV on my own at an early age. I graduated from Sega to Super Nintendo, and then eventually Nintendo 64. I never had anything right upon release but when the price dropped enough that my paren

My discovery of kink, If you are uncomfortable skip ahead to chapter 5.

I can remember asking girls in school if they were Dominant or submissive and receiving a puzzled look before creeping them out further with an explanation. I would not describe myself as a lady's man in school, but I did have regular dates, girlfriends or "love interests" majority of the time. The first person to respond positively to my kinky questions was a girl I met in school named Sara. Sara was one of those punk rock alternative dressing chicks that dyed her hair funky

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 delivered each portion to each person one by one on different sides of town. Most of the time I smoked a bowl or two at

In order to get weed I had to find a new source. I was not even selling anymore at this point. I just needed weed to smoke. 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 and cleaning up but I managed to earn a little money. My parents did not want to give me all the money at once for obvious reasons, so they staggered it out, giving me a littl

Jason was Doogie’s best friend. He was only fourteen like Doogie but already stood 6’4. He did not look like a Freshman. Jason was smart enough not to stick around. As we stood outside the house where we had jumped the fence, the owner came out with her ear hugging her cell phone. She was describing us to someone on the phone either the cops or the school. “One of them has a black shirt that says, “Shut up stupid!” on it. The other one is wearing a black hoody and a hat.” We

Jason had a cousin named Lil Ron. Lil Ron looked the complete opposite of Jason. While Jason was ridiculously tall, Lil Ron was about 5’6. He was a short Jewish looking kid with a Justin Bieber haircut, a big nose, and an overbite. Jason looks like a young Jared Leto in the movie Requiem for a Dream. If Jared Leto was an NBA player. Jason got majority of his weed from Lil Ron. Since Jason and I started putting our money together I started getting my weed from Lil Ron as well.

My senior year in high school I started dating a girl who was a sophomore and looked like Malin Akerman. Her name was Sierra. Sierra liked to drink and dance. Her best friend Tasha was my neighbor and hosted regular high school house parties when her father was out of town. I met Sierra at one of Tasha's parties. Tasha was dating this older guy who was in his twenties. On New Years Eve he invited the three of us to come watch him perform a DJ gig at a private party in Nort

A few months later, literally a week after my 18 th 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 AA. Except everyone there was a serious drug addict. Everyone but me. The meetings were at the community center of a nearby town. Each meeting we would go around the room, and everyone had to talk. You had to introduce yourself for anyone new or anyone who did not remember, explain how you got arrested and what your drug of choice was. Needless to say, whenever it was my turn and I said my d

In the wake of Lil Ron getting busted Jason had to find a new source for weed. It turns out he had a connection he did not even know about. Jason’s best friend in elementary school and middle school was a kid named Carson Santini. Carson looked like Ethan Suplee, you may remember him as the bully Frankie from the 90s TV show Boy Meets World. Carson was tall like Jason, but he was also big body wise. He was not necessarily fat or muscular he was just broad and thick. Carson ha

As I mentioned earlier, Carson had older brothers. In Hermosa Beach the Santini family was actually pretty well known. The oldest brother Bobby had been one of the leaders of a local surfer gang called H.B. Bobby was built like Carson except buff and taller. Most people in the area were afraid of him because like Carson he also had a temper. All the Santini brothers were members of H.B. except for Carson. In high school I had seen members of H.B. beat the crap out of some g

Trent “Dyno Mutt” Dade was the group mooch. 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. We had one main rule at the garage. If you showed up on a night when we were drinking and smoking and expected to drink or smoke you needed to contribute. You needed to bring money, weed, or drinks. Dyno never had any money. Or weed. Or Drinks. Most days he would earn bong rips and alcohol by doi

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 minor leagues during the summers. He was known for throwing a 90-mph fast ball during a high school baseball game. John was from a family of athletes including two brothers he competed against. John and his brothers looked

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 with a friend of his whose parents were out of town for the week. Dash had convinced his friend to take the keys and drive a car his parents had left behind. His frie

Peter was Dyno Mutt’s older friend. 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 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 suspiciously inherited all his money. They had been working as caretakers for an elderly man who w

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