Chapter 70: No Friends

Sara's jealousy of Jason started to become a problem. Jason and I would make plans around Sara's schedule than suddenly Sara would change her schedule.

Jason would be coming over to our apartment and suddenly Sara would feel sick or not want him to come over.

Jason was staying with his mother's friend in Hollywood majority of the week. Occasionally he would stay with us. When he came over it took almost three hours on the metro and different buses from Hollywood to Long Beach.

He would get halfway to Long Beach and Sara would decide she did not want him at the apartment for no reason at all.

Jason and I had made plans to run a booth at a Cannabis event selling our drinks. A few days before the event, Sara makes up some bullshit excuse why I cannot do the event.

I had to cancel on Jason. Jason was desperate for money at the time so instead of canceling the booth at the event he called up Eric and got Eric to help him.

Eric's family is wealthy and even as an adult he was getting a monthly allowance of several thousand dollars. His girlfriend was a doctor, and they were engaged. She paid for their apartment and bills.

Eric was happy to "buy" his way into the business. Jason eventually got tired of Sara's bullshit and me always rescheduling, and he partnered up with Eric to make the cannabis sodas and cut me out completely.

Sara basically used this to manipulate me against Jason. Jason and I had a falling out over him doing the soda business without me.

I invited Jason over to the apartment one weekend. I had seen social media online for his new business with Eric, but Jason had yet to say a word to me about it.

The last time we hung out I remember him stopping by for only an hour. It seemed a bit strange since the trip alone from North Hollywood was three hours.

We sat up in the rooftop garden at the apartment building. He barely talked. He acted different. His sister called and I could hear him talking to her and it was like he did not want to tell her he was with me. Which seemed weird.

At one point I asked him if he had heard about a new cannabis brand that came out. I played dumb and acted like I did not know he owned it. I told him they were making sodas just like us.

He lied and said he never heard of it.

Even if it was not the exact same product Jason and I had made, I would still know it was him because the name was a name he had suggested for our brand. Not only that but the logo was clearly drawn by him.

As kids Jason and I drew stupid graffiti tags in notebooks for years. I had seen his drawing style enough to recognize the way he drew certain letters.

He suddenly made an excuse to leave after about an hour. I had expected him to stay a lot longer.

After he left, I sent him a text message and said:

“It sucks you could not be honest with me. I owe you a punch in the arm.”

I did not hear back from him at all.

Jason ended up having a successful edible business for a few years and then I heard through mutual friends he moved back to the East Coast.

Jason’s grandmother died and his mom inherited his grandmother's mansion on several acres in New Jersey. I imagine Jason moved in and made it a grow house.

I haven't spoken to Jason since we fell out over the weed business. For many years I have thought about writing to him but by now it feels like we have been enemies longer than we were friends. He probably does not want to hear from me. I do miss him.

Looking back Sara basically drove away any friends I had. She created a situation where she was my only friend and when she didn't want to be around me or have use for me, I was left alone waiting for her call.

I had kept my room at my parent's house while simultaneously paying rent with Sara and Kitty. I would spend the work week at my parent's house. It got to the point if Sara and I got into an argument or her and Kitty just wanted alone time, they would make up bullshit and ban me from the apartment for a few days. I was banished to my parent's house pretty often.

Sara also controlled my weed supply in the sense that she gave me rides to the dispensary. All the dispensaries near our home were overpriced. The places in downtown LA about 30-45 minutes away were affordable.

For years I paid for all of Sara's weed. It started off easy and innocent where she spent every day with me and I always smoked her out constantly and gave her small amounts to take home.

Eventually it evolved to the point she expected me to pay for her own supply she controlled.

Frankly I could not afford to pay for both of our supplies of weed if we went to dispensaries near our house.

I was close to spending over $100 on Sara's weed alone each week. Sometimes Sara would refuse to drive me to the dispensary if she had not run out of weed herself.

Other times if she had run out and I didn't have the money to go to the dispensary yet; she would expect me to give her portions of my supply of weed.

I was always good at rationing my supply of weed. This is something I learned being a weed dealer. You learn self-control so you don’t run out of money and put yourself out of business.

Chapter 70: The Bonnie Bombshell