Our Housewarming Keg was Cursed by the Ghost of Dead Dog Ale
I didn’t think it was possible to have too much beer
The hard part of selling weed out of my mom’s house was thinking up excuses for I’d leave and come back 10 minutes later five times a day. I told her I was getting lottery tickets. She thought I had a gambling problem which was better than the truth.
Selling weed is 10% talking to people and 90% waiting around in parking lots. I was always purposely late because better they wait around then I do. My dealer did the same to me.
Getting my own place was the answer. My friend Saul was renting a room and wanted to get an apartment too. It was time for us both to spread our wings and get high inside our own home.
Back then there was a service in Los Angeles called Westside Rentals. What a racket these people had. They charged prospective renters 45 bucks for a list of available apartments. Then they charged the owners to list their rentals. The list had color pictures and property information. It was either that was that or newspaper ads with a line of information and a phone number.
When we got the list there were two apartments that were by Cal State Northridge in our price range. The first one we looked at was a 16 unit shitbox in Resesda. Everything looked…
