Chapter 59: Dankerfader

After leaving the Grow op I was desperate to find some way to still be part of the cannabis industry. I also wanted revenge on Leo. I could not grow weed at my house and renting a place was beyond my budget. I decided to start a website and social media for myself as a cannabis reviewer.

I had a bit of a reputation for being picky and only smoking the best weed so taking the job of reviewing dispensaries seemed natural.

Many of the dispensaries near my house were overpriced and carried average products. By writing reviews on those shops maybe I could force them to improve their pricing and quality. At the very least I could write poor reviews for any of Leo's products.

Now that Leo had his big-time investor, I had heard rumors of them becoming big distributors to a lot of dispensaries.

Their top sellers were of course Girl Scout Cookie and surprise surprise my Charlie Sheen. To say I wanted revenge would be an understatement. My website was partly a smear campaign on their brand.

Back when I was in high school, I used to draw in my notebooks a lot. I had created a cartoon and video game character I would draw called Dank Fader. He was essentially a stoner parody of Darth Vader with red eyes and bongs attached to his helmet. For those who don't know stoner slang, Dank is slang for really good weed and Fader is slang for someone who smokes weed.

A decade later it only felt right to change it to Danker. Since the quality improved. Dank was good but Danker implied I was better than your average dank. My brand became Danker Fader Reviews.

I would check out dispensaries and different popular strains and write detailed un bias reviews on my website. I also made videos for social media showing off and endorsing products but not my face.

When I went into dispensaries no one really knew what I looked like and I didn't tell them I was there to write a review.

I wanted the authentic patient experience not some extra bribes or special treatment.

I created a digital map where you could click the different dispensaries I had visited and see my review and their location.

Let's just say not everyone was as thrilled on my opinions.

I wasn't always given the warmest reception if I returned to a dispensary, I had been critical of. They had a habit of figuring out who I was after the fact.

A site called Weedmaps adopted my review format and created a better map encompassing the entire country a few months after I started. They allowed users to create profiles and write their own reviews. I am not legally claiming they stole my idea, but they pretty much copied me with a bigger budget and better web designers.

One day I saw someone advertising a cannabis event on Facebook. It was called Indabpendence Day. The event would feature live music and cannabis brand booths. They were looking to recruit cannabis brands who wanted to set up booths at their event. I had never been to a Cannabis event before. I was not sure they were even legal.

The man running the event was a rapper named Meen Green. Apparently, Meen Green had connections throughout the hip hop industry and had worked with many famous labels and artists. He was now concentrating on the up-and-coming California cannabis industry.

I did not have the money for a booth at Meen Green's event, so I messaged him on Facebook and offered him a trade instead.

I had amassed a following of over 10,000 people in Southern California spread out among the social media accounts I had created for Club Anarchy. I told Meen Green if he gave me the booth for free, I would invite my following to his event. He agreed. We started talking online in preparation of the event and over time we actually became friends.

Meen Green told me that despite having never heard of me or my brand, he believed any one of us could end up on top in the cannabis industry one day and he wanted to make sure he was friends with whoever did.

I was able to convince Sara that we could use the booth to advertise Club Anarchy as well.

Sara and Bonnie Bondage both dressed as sexy nurses and came to the event with me. This was before the 420 Nurses brand was a thing. I literally came up with it first. But honestly, it’s mostly just a fetish, and I encourage the 420 Nurses brand to continue doing their thing.

I also brought Birth who has connections in the rap scene and always helped promote anything I was working on. Birth had heard of Meen Green and many of the other performers.

I also invited Eric. Eric was the friend of my best friend Jason. Jason had moved to the East Coast after high school due to some legal troubles as you know.

We had stayed in contact for years and I even had gone and stayed with him in New York and Philadelphia a few times.

Eric was Jason's friend from Philadelphia who had moved out to Los Angeles with his girlfriend. Jason had asked me to look out for Eric and help him make some friends, so I invited Eric to come help with the booth.

Eric had an SUV, and we were able to put our tables and chairs in his car while majority of us rode in Sara's car.

The event was about 45 minutes away. It was in this closed off parking lot near a night club. There were musical performances throughout the day. Different booths that were selling dab rigs, wax, weed, and edibles. The prices were not bad. I was broke at the time so I could not afford to buy anything. My work was really slow, and Sara was not giving me a fair share of the event money.

We actually met more people at the event interested in Club Anarchy than my review website.

Meen Green told me I should start an account on this new social media called Instagram. Facebook was starting to become anti cannabis and shutting down accounts. Instagram was the new cool app for posting pictures.

Eric was easily distracted and did not want to help with the booth. After a few hours he said he was going to walk around the event and check things out.

He never came back and completely disappeared. The problem was we had used his car to bring our booth's table and chairs. Without him there we were unable to pack up.

Five hours into the event, the police showed up.

I had no idea what they would do, we assumed we could be arrested for having a booth at an illegal event where people where selling and smoking weed. I called Eric over and over to see where he was. He did not answer. We were not sure if he was still even at the event.

Everyone at the event started packing up and scattered. We ended up escaping down a back alley behind the venue. Our whole crew carried the table and chairs.

Eric ended up showing up again right as we were fleeing to the car, but we were not too happy with him. Eric claimed he had drove home because his girlfriend needed him.

After that I tried to distance myself from Eric. He apparently had made connections at the event and kept in contact with a few of the brands through social media. He was sneaky like that.

I told Jason what happened and he agreed with my thoughts on Eric.

Chapter 59: Catnip