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

One day when I was at work, Jason met up with one of his regular customers to sell them a sack in a park near his house. The park was empty, so they decided to pack a bowl in a pipe Jason was carrying on him. One of the neighbors must have seen Jason and his friend smoking and called the police. Jason had only been in the park for ten minutes. Twenty squad cars pulled up in the park parking lot. The uniformed officers jumped out of their vehicles with guns drawn. It was compl