One night Sara suggested we go to a local bar called Pitcher Place for some drinks with a few friends from high school. The night went by pretty calmly. I had invited John Ripley, and Sara had invited Mandy, and they were hitting it off. They were both alcoholics, so they had that in common. I was excited at the prospects of us potentially double dating in the future. I shared a pitcher of bud light with John while Sara drank Cactus Cooler shots with a few girls. We were all

After a few months together I paid for Sara and I to get our medical marijuana prescriptions at a shady doctor's office in Venice Beach. This allowed us to bypass any shady street dealers or middlemen and buy our weed from legal shops called dispensaries. In the earlier days of Legal Medical Marijuana in California it was difficult to get a medical card. Nowadays you could go to these shops on the Venice boardwalk and get a year prescription for $100. You waited in line. Fill

Carson was only in town every year for four months or so. When he went back up North, we had to rely on getting weed from dispensaries. One year right before Carson headed back North, he asked me to come over to his house. Since his house was near the beach, I rode my bike and planned to go for a beach cruise afterwards. When I got to Carson’s house, he tells me he is leaving to go back North in a few hours. He has been growing this special weed plant in his back patio. It's