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

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.

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

I was working for my dad painting houses five days a week. It was a steady paycheck but truth be told I hated it. I saved up enough money to buy a ticket and bring spending money for a trip to New York to visit Jason. We planned my visit right around his next harvest. I flew out to New York and my mom arranged for one of her friends who lived there to pick me up from the airport and drop me off at Jason’s house. I remember it being really cold standing outside at the airport