My friend John graduated from college in the east and immediately set his eyes on California as a place to settle.
At the time California was one of the few places in the country where you could legally purchase medical cannabis from a legal cannabis dispensary.
John wanted to work in the marijuana industry and it didn’t take him long to find a job as a trimmer. However, the climb up the ladder from trimmer to grower was long and arduous. You can’t keep asking your boss for a promotion when one doesn’t exist, so John resigned himself to being patient and making the right moves when the opportunities would present themselves. How he managed to get an apprenticeship with an elite master grower, I cannot say. But now John lives off Sunset Boulevard and reports to the grow house in Pasadena every single day. He often has elaborate marijuana infused parties at various mansions in Beverly Hills and Laurel Canyon. He invited me to one while I was visiting him in Los Angeles once. It was nice getting so stoned that I passed out in a guest bedroom at 2am and didn’t wake up until 10 hours later. His cannabis finds its way to dispensaries all over Beverly Hills and the greater Los Angeles Metropolitan Area. While there are a number of taxes on marijuana sold in Los Angeles, the richer folks living near the Hills can usually afford these rates. I’m happy getting cannabis in my home state and paying less, even if the quality isn’t the same as the weed I smoked while partying in Beverly Hills.