Jason was living on the East Coast. His grandmother owned a large estate on an acreage outside a small town in rural New Jersey. Jason was born and raised in Los Angeles. To say this was a culture shock would be an understatement. The worst thing about living on the East Coast was he had no way to get weed. Jason’s grandmother was older and not the easiest person to live with or the kindest to Jason. She often lectured him about the bad decisions he had made that led to him l

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 weed 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 ai

After High Quiggles closed we spent some time bouncing between different dispensaries. It was hard to settle down at a new place after Mrs. Quiggle had set the bar so high. One day I received a random text from Carson: "Hey come over to my house today, if you can." I text him back and said: "I am on my way." Majority of the year, Carson was up north working on the Santini farm. He was only usually home in Hermosa for about four months each year. Since his house was near the b