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