I traveled with a crew that I was recruited for in Colorado. It was a life-changing experience. When I joke about it I use the term "traveling mafia." At one point my friend that I worked with convinced me to change crews with her. She said it was more money and better bosses. She also had a crush on someone that had switched crews earlier. We had to sneek out in the middle of the night. We did, and I got my first real high day thanks to a kid named Nick. Well, about 2 weeks into the switch, we realised we had been followed. The previous crew leader had sent his managers with guns to go and retrieve his money...a.k.a, us. They told me they would kill the manager we were with if at least one of us didn't go with them. I was so scared, that I actually went with them. My friend that I ran away with accused me of setting the whole thing us. She was wrong, but she probably still believes it to this day. I ended us getting into two near death car accidents, while in the passenger seat. I actually shattered a wind-shield with my head in one. I suffered permenant brain damage, not severe, but my memory is affected. I left after making contact with my parents that I haden't spoken to the entire time I was gone. They got me a plane ticket and I left after pretending that I was going to stay in the hotel because I was sick. I snuck out in broad daylight. I just wanted to be a "Jones" again. I was never given my money or that year of my life back, but I learned that there are many simple things in life to apreciate.