Ever since the factory went out of business, this whole community has entered an economic depression.
That factory was the financial backbone of this town, plus its ruin has been the ruin of us all.
I worked as a nighttime security guard for the factory over the course of eight years. I can’t say it was the best task in the world, however it was secure, offered benefits, plus paid well, now I am out of work, along with multiple hundred other people, plus the local economy is a total mess. As a way to make ends meet, I have taken a new nighttime security task at a small cannabis farm outside of town. It was never my goal to work on a cannabis farm, however it is the best task I have been able to find, and part of the reason Hank wanted to hire me is because I never smoke cannabis or use any other kinds of drugs. In the part Hank has had problems with his security guards poaching weeds from his cannabis plants plus getting high at night. He knows that will never happen with me, mostly because of my asthma. I can’t smoke cannabis, tobacco, or anything else with my lungs. I am one of two guards that work on the cannabis farm, plus my good friend and I alternate shifts so that neither one of us get too fatigued out. I have only been working on the cannabis farm for a few days, however so far everything is nice plus calm. Hank is uneasy about cannabis thieves, however I haven’t seen any yet.