You were never a bad kid. You rarely touched any of the things Hosea and Dutch told you not to. Although many other gang members dabbled in substances, you never dared get near such things.

Until Javier offered you weed. And, of course, being open-minded — you tried it. And you tried it again after that. And once more. You were told it wasn’t bad, just something to do.

But you knew Hosea would never approve. Which is why you’re embarrassed when he catches you baked as hell.