I guess a lot of people would jump at the chance to live on a marijuana farm, but not me. All teenagers need to rebel against their parents at some point – those who don’t push back against authority at some point have confidence issues. In my case, my parents were pot farmers and that was all I had ever known, so that is all I had to rebel against. One day I decided to run away from home and move to Portland, Oregon, a place I thought I could find some culture, and other people like me. I stole three pounds of cannabis from them, because I didn’t have any cash, and I knew in Portland I could sell the weed quickly for a bankroll. I found a nice little hostel, and sold the weed for a huge profit, enough to keep me going for a month or so. After that I wasted no time in exploring Portland and seeing what it had to offer me. There are a lot of local breweries in Portland, and a thriving cultural scene, and although those were very interesting I couldn’t find a job there. I turned my attention to something else Portland was well known for – the cannabis dispensaries. Locally grown Portland cannabis is famous across the country, and the dispensaries are widespread, so I tried my hand at applying there. Although I didn’t like the idea of moving away from a marijuana farm just to sell marijuana in Portland, I needed a steady job with steady income so I could figure out what to do with my life!