:danger: This story is a long one, and might piss some people off! This thread serves as documentation of the event that I was supposed to get during my trip, and what was going through my mind. Now that both parts are completed, I don't have to repeat this story in my mind. The more experience I get, the tougher I'll become. I did not write this to make a name for myself at anyone's expense. I wrote everything to show why I will personally be boycotting NorStar from here on out. Before I begin this story, I must first say that this is a continuation of my travels to Colorado for the US Cannabis Cup. I was invited to NorCal by NorStar Genetics, which seemed like an exciting opportunity at the time. I had met Jen and Scotty from NorStar at the Cup and made what I thought were going to be future friends. There was so much excitement after that trip, even though I had no idea a storm was already brewing. This tale begins at a hotel room the night before the Denver Cup began. I had previously shown TGA some pictures of my Jesus OG buds, and Mz Jill was interested in trying some while I was in Denver. I was starstruck because I felt like a nobody entering that room compared to some of the other people who were hanging out with us. That weekend was a blast and I will come back to this weekend later in the story. Because I was willing to help NorStar at their booth, take Robby G into my hotel, and help them sell their genetics the last day, I was invited to stay with NorStar for the cup. Once I returned home, I began planning for NorCal, because I had received word that a business acquaintance of Mz Jill happened to own a dispensary in an area that I wanted to move. I was planning on going to a job interview as soon as the cup was over. This was an exciting opportunity for me, because I had received my certifications in Baking and Pastries, and I was going to be working at a facility processing edibles for them. It seemed like the weed industry had a calling for me, and I was going to do whatever it took to get there! The weeks leading up to the Cup were filled with drama, but they were pushed through in order to get to California. I purchased my plane ticket with a potential job offer from NorStar, and this other place in the air. They may claim this wasn't the case, but I was paid for training in NorCal to help them with their booth. I was super excited to see my friends, and help them again. Because they had said there was a potential of something going on with a job, I was told by Jen not to worry about booking a rental car to drive back home. I had hoped this was a good sign... I flew into NorCal and was surprised by one of my heroes. Subcool himself had come to the airport and he bought me lunch at the restaurant. I got to chat with him about music, genetics, and lots of other stuff. I was originally just going to purchase a couple packs of seeds from them, but then Subcool gave me a half ounce of Timewreck and some more tester beans to document. THC Goddess, Mz Jill, Subcool, Jen, Joel, and family were there. When we left the airport, Subcool gave me a hug and thanked me for the support. I felt like a hero had recognized me, and this was an awesome moment. I won't lie when I say that this was the best and worst moment of the entire trip. Yes, this moment right here will also come full circle. On the way to the NorStar Ranch, the shit talking began about what a Fanboy of TGA I was. I told them that it felt amazing to be hugged by my hero, and they just laughed at me because they had known TGA for so much longer than I had. I was told that other growers grow way better weed than Subcool with his own strains, and that most of them taste like baby powder. At first I just shook this off because they were a different genetics company, but I was so wrong about that thought, too. The NorStar Ranch was beautiful: I even made a new friend the first night: The next morning was setup day for the Cup. We drove into San Francisco to the Cow Palace. Vineyards were everywhere: Here's the Golden Gate Bridge: ...And Alcatraz in the distance: These places are like $5k+ per month to rent: And the Cow Palace: We returned to the NorStar Ranch to sleep, and it was then that I found out that NorStar does a lot of the breeding for TGA. I guess a lot of strains I really liked were being outsourced to them. I didn't think anything of this at the time, but I wasn't enjoying myself unless I was smoking heavily. The next day, we drove back into Frisco and completed setup of the booth. As long as I worked for them, they were willing to put me up in a hotel with them. This was a good deal, so I took it. Doing Final Setup the next day: I spent my breaks following Jen and Scotty around, and taking photos. I was already beginning to wish I was doing this trip on my own. So many clones were sold here! Holy Hell! : There was some pretty bud that I smoked: ... And the Art was spectacular: Cannabis now has many uses! Both for your pets and Vagina! : Here is where the story will come back to Denver. At the hotel room, I was accused of trying to start an affair with Mz Jill. I denied the question from Scotty, and asked Jen the next day, why people were assuming this. I guess he wasn't the only person who assumed she was getting something on the side, because I was told that a few people thought that. People thought it was odd that I was going to meet Jill at her hotel, which I can now see why people assume things. It was awkward from an outside perspective, and when I am confronted with awkward situations, I use sarcasm as a defense mechanism. My sarcasm was misinterpreted as actually trying to begin an affair, which was wrong! The conversations were ended with me telling people that I respected Sub and Jill too much for something like that to be possible. I thought it was just bros talking to each other and joking around, so whatever. The next day was a bit more independent, and I figured out why later. It was a good last day at the cup for the most part, because nobody had hinted to me about the storm that was coming. I met Frenchie Cannoli and saw his hash: I also purchased an oil rig: I can't forget the seeds I picked up either! Here's a bud of Kimbo Kush that I got with my purchase of a pack of Kimbo from Exotic Genetix: Here's Big Bud: Mendo Dope: Some cool 3D art: At the end of the day, I thanked Scotty for the wonderful time and experience I had. His response was, "We're not done yet." Assuming that things were still okay, i didn't see this as a warning sign. I thought there was something else to look forward to, and Joel hadn't come and talked to me about a job yet. Was this the surprise? We then finished packing our trailer, and drove back to Santa Rosa. Jen bitched the whole way home about various things, and thought I was asleep for the ride. She complained about me, and it was a really weird car ride to her house. We got back to her place, and I wanted to Christen my Rig. Her babysitter joked that it looked like a dick, and called me a cocksucker when I took the hit. It was then and there that I had enough, so I told her, "Fuck You." This wasn't meant as anything more than a leave me alone, but Jen assumed I was trying to get with her babysitter, too. This was not the case, because her babysitter was making me uncomfortable, and NorStar had already been notified of this. I went to sleep assuming that I could make my travel arrangement with their internet. The next morning I was greeted with an instant tantrum from Jen that I didn't book my rental, and that I didn't have maps of the road home. She told me things were up in the air when I left for California, but it was my fault for doing what I was told at the time. She took this all as me not wanting to leave her house, and all I wanted was to get my information before I left. My phone began to vibrate with texts flooding my phone from MzJill. She had heard the rumors that Jen and Scotty were spreading, and was pissed at me about it. I told my side of the story, and was called a liar. Jen and MzJill go way back, so there was no way that her best friend would talk shit on her... LIES ALL OF IT! I was threatened with violence from her MC friends, and she emailed the Dispensary, and told them not to hire me. All of this was going on while Jen was yelling at me inside her house. I was told that my service as a moderator to both here and Facebook didn't mean shit in their eyes. I was told that my gardening experience and everything else wouldn't help me get a job in this industry. I was bullied and belittled by a man named Joel, who carried a gun around his house with him the entire time I was there. I finally left their house after being told, "Fuck You." They drove me to the airport, and told me the rental agency would be able to get me a car. She tried hugging me goodbye after all of this, and I was really confused at the gesture. After telling me to fuck myself, they abandoned me at the Santa Rosa Airport. This is the End of Part One. I'll continue the rest of all this tale once I get some sleep.