With a sketchy criminal past, it is actually hard to find a good job.
I can toil construction, or flip burgers, but I can never find a good job that pays well. In the past I was a security guard, and I thought I was good at that job. However, technically I was part of a biker gang, and my buddy and I did outlaw security for things like rock concerts and wrestling shows, so I can’t exactly put it on a resume. Through a friend of a friend I managed to get a opportunity for a new security gig, this one at a cannabis farm a few miles outside of town. The owner of the cannabis farm is an seasoned man named Gus, who has been having trouble with locals sneaking onto his dwelling to steal weed, gus seemed like a good fellow, and all he entirely wanted for his cannabis crops to be safe. He gave me a tour of the farm, so I could see the route I needed to walk to watch over all the several fields of cannabis plants. He also gave me a shotgun loaded with rock salt, to use on anyone who tried to steal his marijuana. Rock salt won’t kill anyone, but it will hurt them awful enough they will never try and take another person’s cannabis, but of course I won’t ever need to touch Gus’s marijuana crops, because I have to stay up until daybreak. I couldn’t do this job all evening long if I started smoking cannabis, unless I had a lot of cocaine to balance it out.