Chapter 12 - Auto - Bio
Saturday, August 12th, 2023, 12:56 p.m.
The years after high school were spent on figuring things out the hard way. Delivering pizzas was my gig when I was in high school. The pay was decent. The freedom that it offered was the best perk for me. I loved escaping to the secluded cubicle of my vehicle. The music or radio station of my choice, and other nuances kept me delivering pizzas into my early 20’s.
Next up, I was barbacking at a new “nightclub” called “Finke’s.” The goal was to earn my way into bartending by doing good work. I also was becoming more chummy with the owners. The Finkes were seemingly nice people, but their business did not ever get off the ground. I stopped bartending and became a cart kid. :) I was hustling herb and making plenty of money (SV) for the lifestyle that I lived.
I am glossing over huge swaths of happenings in this, but I will bounce around back and forth and try my hardest to fill in the gaps. Let me jump back to when I first tried smoking weed. I had read about the stuff on the album cover of a “weed rapping group.” They were the first rap group to embrace the genre viscerally. “Cypress Hill” was the name. This little blurb on the album Compact…
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…Disc (CD) inside cover was enough to get me to try it. The thing is, I didn’t notice any effects. Then, I tried it again. No dice. And then, I was with this guy named Jeremy Sikora and maybe Dee or Gordo, and I felt the high. It was subtle but soothing. My love affair with Mary Jane, the plant, had just begun.
My old high school buddy Brandon Cabrera, who is no longer with us, may he rest in peace, was in a round - about way my friend and business associate. I regarded people in the biz as entrepreneurs/business associates. He would sell $35 quarters back in high school. I didn’t try weed until my Junior year of high school in the summer. I believe I was 17 when I was first introduced.
Pat May was a good friend of mine that even today I still consider a friend. He was the one who taught me the breakdown. He was also a partner of mine on a lot of joint ventures. Pun is intended I guess! ;) There are 448 grams in a pound. Huh? Well, that “technically” is a city pound. The math is that an eighth is 3.5 grams, a quarter is 7. Seven times 4 quarters is 28 grams. Twenty - eight grams times 16 equals 448. A true pound is 454.??, but nevermind that nonsense, Pat taught me the #’s and that was where…
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…I realized I could earn free smoke by hooking people up with an innocent medicine that was less harmful than alcohol or tobacco in my opinion. I thought to myself, they will change these nonsensical laws once they realize what I knew at age 19. I at least thought I knew. Thoughts are very subjective!
So, when I was in my after high - school years, I would buy a pound. Then I would break that down and give a half pound to Pat and a quarter pound to Dee and the last quarter pound I would sell and smoke. I would smoke for free and also make a couple of bucks for my troubles. You could not make any sustainable income from this. It was just nice for extra income.
My time was being spent playing pool at Fat’s Billiards and entertaining myself way too much. This was a fun, yet pivotal time of my youth. I was a full - grown adult, yet my habits were childish and selfish. I was spiraling into a world of selfish behaviors that tear you down. Thankfully, I also had some good habits that were still with me. My love for reading and basketball were very helpful in my keeping a good path. Reading the bible was the best habit of all! :)
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