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

By the end of the summer, I had an appetite for weed on a regular basis. I knew I needed my own bong so I could get high without Griffin. Once school started up again, I bought my first bong off a classmate for $20. He claimed he was quitting smoking weed after getting caught by his parents. He paid $40 but would accept $20. It was used and not clean at all. It was made of plastic and smelled like an ashtray. On the front it had a big Sector Nine skateboarding sticker on it.

My discovery of kink, If you are uncomfortable skip ahead to chapter 4.

Sophomore year is when I met Brandon Rodriguez. He was another friend of Griffin. Brandon was a year older than me but had already finished school. He acquired his GED early and parted ways with his parents before he was 18. Despite being homeless and jobless he always managed to get by. He seemed to always seduce local girls he met online and convince them to let him stay with them and feed him. He was a pretty persuasive and manipulative guy. He wore eye makeup, had painted

By my junior year in high school, I was already selling weed. I started off combining my money with a group of different friends who also smoked weed. Each Friday I would collect everyone’s money during school. Then after school I would ride my bike over to the local dealer’s house. I bought the weed and then split it up into everyone’s specific portions. I would hang out and take a few bong rips. I always made sure to pack one for my dealer. Then I delivered each portion to

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

Jason had a cousin named Lil Ron. Lil Ron looked the complete opposite of Jason. While Jason was ridiculously tall, Lil Ron was short. He was an ambitious hustler with a bowl cut hybrid hairstyle. His dark hair swept across his forehead. He had a big nose, perfect for snorting as much coke as possible and an overbite optimized for chewing up pills. Jason got majority of his weed from Lil Ron. Since Jason and I started putting our money together I started getting my weed from

Now that I was selling weed and had a bit more money, I needed a decent bong. When you are under the age of 18 it can be nearly impossible to purchase a bong. The smoke shops in the beach cities where I lived all asked for ID before they would sell you anything smoking related. It could be difficult to even buy a lighter sometimes. I did not have many friends who were over eighteen and willing to go into a smoke shop. Most of the bongs I had purchased were second hand from ot

My senior year in high school there was a house on my block that became the official high school party house. As the nearest weed dealer I eventually got invited to one of their parties. A sophomore girl from my school named Tasha lived there with her father. Her father was constantly traveling for work and never home. At one of their quieter parties, I met Sierra. Sierra was a petite blond who loved to dance and drink. She was Tasha’s best friend and an absolute bitch to any

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

In the wake of Lil Ron getting busted Jason had to find a new steady source for weed. Lil Ron left a serious weed shaped hole in the South Bay. There were obviously other dealers, but their prices did not match up to Lil Ron and the weed he got from Hookr. Lil Ron's biggest competitor was Jody Santini. Jody was the guy who rode the motor scooter and sold weed to Doogie. The Santini family supposedly got their weed from Northern California and had a firm grip of the streets of

When the oldest Santini brother Bobby heard Carson was hanging out with us at Jason’s house and that he stole Jody's weed, he was furious. A few days after Carson's return, Jason received a phone call from a number he did not recognize. He let the call go to voicemail and then quickly checked it once his phone alerted him to a message. He seemed to hear the voice and metaphorically shit himself right then and there. It was Bobby. “Carson is not allowed at your house anymore.

Trent “Dyno Mutt” Dade was the first person to start following me over to Jason's garage. His mother passed away when he was very young, and his dad worked a full-time job as a plumber. He was mostly raised by his older sisters. I had first met Trent in school when I was a Junior. He was a grade below me. One day I was standing in line to buy food during lunch. The line was at least ten students in front of me. This younger student with short brown hair and fucked up teeth ju

"Starting Pitcher for Dominquez Hills, a local boy born and raised in Redondo Beach. Welcome John Ripley to the mound!" John Ripley had gone to high school with me and was a grade above. John was the star pitcher on our high school varsity baseball team. He was so good at baseball he received a scholarship to one of the local colleges, CSU Dominquez Hills, and played in the professional minor leagues during the summers. He was known for throwing a 90-mph fast ball during a hi

Donnie Barrow had spent the first few years of High school getting picked on. He was kind of a dick though. Donnie teased a foreign exchange student everyday our freshmen year. On the last day of school, the teacher left to use the restroom. The foreign exchange student got up out of his desk and kicked Donnie’s ass. Donnie was laying on the floor and the foreign exchange student flipped Donnie’s desk on top of him. When the teacher returned, she saw Donnie laying on the floo

Dash Manor was Jason and Lil Ron’s friend growing up. They had all played basketball together. Unlike Jason and Lil Ron, Dash was serious about basketball and played for the Mira Costa High School team. Dash also had a love for Xanax which is something Lil Ron and he bonded over. The first time I met Dash he was riding passenger seat in his friend's car. Dash's friend's parents were out of town for the week, and Dash had convinced him to take the keys and drive a minivan his

Peter was Dyno Mutt’s older friend. Apparently, he had dated his older sister until she discovered he was a loser. He was already 22 and bought majority of our booze. He was also a mooch and sometimes only agreed to buy booze if he could drink it with us for free. He looked like a young Johnny Depp from "What's eating Gilbert Grape" and had a big mole on his cheek. The rumor around town was that Peter’s parents supposedly killed an elderly man they were taking care of and sus

Lil Ron got sent to a Juvenile detention camp somewhere outside Los Angeles. Several people had told us it was one of the easiest Juvenile centers in the country. It was a minimum-security facility reserved for nonviolent offenders. A rehab center with bars. Lil Ron made it sound like he was Miklo from the movie Blood in Blood out. There were many rumors around the neighborhood that Lil Ron had turned police informant and narked on a few of the other drug dealers in the neigh

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

I started seeing a psychiatrist a year after my ordeal with the law. I felt a lot of guilt for what happened. I felt like I had already ruined my life so early. I was paranoid about getting arrested again and isolated from a lot of my friends due to rumors from school. Anytime I left the house I imagined the detectives were still watching me even though I had nothing to be watched for. I was no longer selling weed. The only stuff I bought was for personal use. I felt like eve

A year passed after Donkey robbed my house. It was a really tough year for me living with all this anger and paranoia. As well as having to recover from quitting my medications. I was afraid to leave me house unattended in fear Donkey might try and rob me again. I still had a lot of respect with some of the other weed dealers in town. I had a reputation for being an honest guy despite selling weed. No one really condoned Donkey and Peter robbing my house. One day an old frie

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

Sara, my high school Dominatrix, moved out of state to Las Vegas after graduation. We remained friends on Myspace over the years but did not talk much. Myspace was the original social media website for those who were born after 2000. I would describe it as Facebook with freedom of speech. I had casually mentioned coming to hang out with Sara while on vacation in her area, but it never panned out. After Sara, I dated a few women, but they all were very submissive and never rea

One night Sara suggested we meet a few friends from high school at a local bar called Pitcher Place for some drinks. Pitcher Place was the local dive bar/sports bar. They were known for their cheap pitchers of beer, ping pong and pool tables, and a popular resident DJ. I 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 futu

After a few months officially together, Sara and I went to Venice Beach boardwalk for a weekend day trip. Venice was the best place to buy a new bong. We went door to door at what seemed like dozens of smoke shops looking for the best deal on something we both liked. I mainly had my heart on paying a visit to the old Smokin Heaven shop. As we were walking along, a young hippie with dirty dreads wearing a weed leaf costume approached us. "You two smoke the ganja?" the hippie a

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

It was easy to move on from my old drinking buddies with Sara by my side. She became my new best friend, spending almost every day with me. Sara and I were also having sex pretty regularly. I was no virgin, but at 22 years old this was my first serious relationship with regular sex. I suppose I have always considered myself a decent lover. I have always wanted to be. I always worked my hardest to make sure my partner had her orgasm first throughout my entire sex life. I saw l

Sara worked as a secretary in a dental office. Her godmother was her boss. After we had been together for a year, Sara became bored at her job and wanted to find something that paid better and was more exciting. By now she was a regular at our local adult toy store. Which eventually prompted her to apply for a job working there. Sara became one of the store's best salespeople. She had a natural talent for making customers feel comfortable about their kinks. She knew all the p

As you can imagine there were quite a few crazy characters who came in while Sara was working at the sex shop. There was none other more notorious than an overweight white guy in his forties named Laszlo. Laszlo had a brown mullet with a receding hairline. He was a friendly guy, but he talked like someone who was fucked up on pills or really drunk. He talked really slow, sometimes mumbling. Talking to Laszlo was like talking to an outgoing positive version of Eeyore from Winn

America was in the midst of a recession. My work with my father was slow and I was desperate to find ways to bring in extra money to help my family. One day while browsing the internet for jobs, I came across an ad for a job that would change our lives forever. A BDSM dungeon in downtown Los Angeles was offering to hire and train attractive women who wanted to become a Professional Dominatrix. I forwarded the ad to Sara as a joke and said: "At least you would not need as much

After a few months working there, Sara was allowed to bring me in to play one night when it was slow, and I finally got to see the dungeon for myself. It was the upstairs unit in a duplex. A two bedroom with one bathroom. The living room was very domestic but had a closet filled with props for a cross-dressing session. Women's clothes and wigs. The kitchen was closed off with a heavy curtain. This area was off limits to clients and served as an area for Mistresses awaiting up

Over time I became a regular at the dungeon. We actually lived about 30-45 minutes away and when Sara drove to work alone, she would not be able to use the carpool lane. The carpool lane is a special high-speed lane on the freeway designated for vehicles with more than one person. With heavy traffic on the freeway, the 45-minute trip ended up taking an hour and 30. Sara would find excuses to bring me with her when I was off from work. Most of the time it was handyman style od

Over time Sara became Mistress Caroline's favorite student/employee. I would love to say it was all from my sperm donations, but it was really all Sara's hard work and passion. Sara loved being a Dominatrix. Sara and Mistress Caroline had similar features. They were both blondes with blue eyes. They had similar body shapes. Mistress Caroline started advertising Sara as the new younger version of her. Many of her longtime clients really liked it. Sara was given all the importa

Raven lived in Hollywood not far from the dungeon. Sara started staying at Raven's apartment to be close to work and some weeks I barely saw her. They would invite me over on weekends when I was not working. They even took me out in Hollywood for my birthday. I can remember feeling like the coolest mother fucker in the world with two beautiful women on my arms. Sara brought me to a special smoke shop on Hollywood Blvd and bought me a $500 bong. At first, I really thought Rave

After breaking up with Raven and the dungeon, Sara went into a depression. She missed her job working as a Dominatrix at the Fetish Chamber, but the bridge was burnt, and she could never go back. Sara refused to look for a regular job. For several months she went out drinking every other night and slept during the days. I tried my best to be as supportive as I could but her new attitude on life was starting to wear on my patience. I knew I had to find a new kinky place for Sa

The only time I was really allowed to go to Safehaven was when they hosted events on the weekends. The major difference between Safehaven and the Fetish Chamber was that Safehaven was much larger (7000 sqft) and hosted events on weekends. The Fetish Chamber was very private. Safehaven was public and heavily rooted in the kink community. The best way I could describe the Kink Community would be to compare it to being in high school. You had the different clicks or groups hangi

Safehaven had its share of male Dominants, although only a handful were on the website available for sessions and even fewer actually made a living from it. There was one Dominant we saw performing at Safehaven events regularly. His name was Master Arron. Sara informed me he was one of the rare male Doms that made money at Safehaven. Arron was a good-looking Italian man in his late forties; He was muscular and had long dark hair and tan skin. He was very experienced, respecte

One night at Safehaven I was walking through the dungeon checking everything out while Sara played with a friend. As I was walked into one of the playrooms, I noticed one of the new guests looked familiar. I did not want to be weird and stand there staring at them, so I continued walking around the dungeon. I came back around after checking the other rooms and did another quick glance in the room. That is when I realized who the guest was. We had a genuine celebrity at Safeha

During Safehaven events Sara and I would often sneak out to smoke weed in Sara's car. We would take a few bong rips from a bong we stashed in the backseat. Then we would have the mission of sneaking back into the club without being detected. The head of security Leo was very quiet and dressed like a cop. He even had a gun and a bullet proof vest. He was a clean-cut Mexican man in his 50s that looked a little like the actor Jimmy Smits. For the first few months we went to even

"Guess what baby? I have amazing news!" said Sara. "What's up Sara?" I replied. "Mistress Azule asked me to be Mistress of Ceremonies for this year's Bondcon!" Sara replied with excitement. "That's excellent Sara! What is Bondcon exactly?" I replied. Every year around the end of May, Los Angeles hosted Bondcon, a multiday convention bringing together the professional and lifestyle BDSM, fetish, and leather communities. Kinky people from all over the world made the trip to Los

Majority of the events at Safehaven barely broke even, and the dungeon was having trouble reaching the levels of popularity that Passive Arts enjoyed. After Passive Arts burned down, new dungeons opened and many of the people who made Passive Arts great moved on to new venues. There was one regularly occurring event at Safehaven that actually made decent money. The event was called Club Exodus, and it was managed by the same people who had hosted the first events Sara and I e

The day of the event everything that could go wrong did. Sara had a guest list a mile long and this greatly angered the woman who ran the front desk and sold tickets. She just happens to be Mistress Azule's daughter. The guy who usually helped Leo with security did not show up and I had to fill in as backup security and general manager. Since Sara was busy with makeup and costumes, all problems and complaints found their way to me. "Jordan we just got word, Miss Azalea is dro

Sara and I used some of the profit from the event to go to Las Vegas for a weekend. The Kinky Geek was having a birthday party and celebrating the grand opening of his new BDSM Toy store. We used it as an excuse to visit Sara's family. We stayed off the strip for really cheap and were able to get a nicer room. At this point I had been to Vegas with Sara twice and never even visited the the Las Vegas strip or a casino. The Kinky Geek's party was at a swinger's club. As kinky a

After the success of the first Club Excite event, you know we had to do another one. Mistress Azule was on board and we setup the next event date for a few months away in October. The theme would be "Villains and Victims." Dominants were encouraged to dress as their favorite "bad guys" while subs took on the roles of victims. This time we weren't going to take risks with performers bailing on us or causing drama. We enlisted only reliable people we knew would show up. One of

Sara and I were feeling pretty confident with two successful events under our belts. Mistress Azule had a large amount of confidence in us. I was super cocky. We had taken a dungeon that was struggling to get people in for events and made it the most popular place to be each month. I wanted to truly prove I was the king of the events and take the worst event at the venue and make it successful. I also wanted to do sex parties after attending the swinger's club in Vegas. So, w

I had continued hanging out with Leo at his grow op and the dungeon on a regular basis. We had become good friends. Problems arose with the grow op when the property owner wanted to raise the rent. Leo had a silent partner who had invested all the money in the equipment but the building itself where the grow op was located was owned by a local gang member/ Realtor. He took a cut of the weed at the end of each harvest as his rent payment. Leo had put up additional drywall wal

One night during a public event one of the regulars alerted me to a problem. The event that night was not one of Sara and my events, but many people started to associate me as an employee of the dungeon. Apparently, there was a naked man in the corner of one of the rooms jerking off. Not only was this not allowed on nights the dungeon was open to the public, but he was staring at people while they were playing as he was touching himself and making them uncomfortable. I went t