I trimmed weed in the Emerald Triangle in California

I can't say exactly were I was but I can tell you it was a wild ride...

The first year we trimmed we didn't really know what we were doing. All we knew was that there was lots of people doing it. I met people from all over the world who traveled to NorCal just to make money trimming weed. It's risky business. You run the chance of either getting busted by the cops or being buried in a growers back yard.

We were told if they put a bag on your head to bring you to the location they probably have armed guards and it's not worth it.

Once we got there, I put my girlfriend on a street corner with a sign saying: looking for work. With a drawing of some scissors. She got offered work within the hour and left with two other girls up the mountain to who knows where.

Didn't hear from her for days. She called one night late in the evening and told me she was working on getting contacts so we could join her and get work together. Such a good gal:)

The first house we worked at had guns. The main guy telling us what to do was holding one while looking at me as I was trimming my first branches. A bit unnerving.

The second house we worked at the guy was against guns. His neighbor though definitely was into them. After a month a working and waiting to get paid, our boss finally announced he was going to pay us. We were eager to get our cash and get out of there. That night he started freaking out thinking that he had lost his money or even worse... someone had took it.

My buddy Vince who was trimming with us, unaware apparently of the high tension situation, thought it would be a good idea to go for a bathroom break. He had diarrhea so he didn't really care about the situation. When he came back he was as white as a sheet. I asked him : 'what did you do?' He said: 'They think I dropped the money in the portopotty'

Then the neighbor show up with a hand on his gun looking at Vince saying: 'Its him man, I saw him drop the money'

Our boss told him off telling him to mind his own business and to GTFO. Saved us from their trimmers grave.

The next day we worked as if anything happened and our boss was in his room all day mopping. He had found his money.

It was in his back pocket the whole time.

Once we got paid we GTFO of there. Only to promise to return next year. Which we did. Here is a little video from my buddy who joined us there on his way to Mexico.

That second year was even more stressful. There was meth being smoked at every hour of the day. A crazy girlfriend (the boss's) that was constantly in a crisis and would throw fits if things didn't go her way. A shatter shack exploded that made it on the local news, which was our boss's.

My advice, don't work for people who smoke meth.