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

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.