Orange Is the New Black, Season 1

Erica "Yoga" Jones:
I used to grow marijuana out in California, Humboldt County. One acre, nothing crazy. Just enough to keep me going.

Janae Watson:
Goin', like, baked?

Erica "Yoga" Jones:
Like, pay the rent. I mean, I smoked it once in a while. But mostly I was just a good old-fashioned drunk, like my parents raised me to be.

Janae Watson:
So the Feds shut you down.

Erica "Yoga" Jones:
Actually, it was the deer.

Janae Watson:
The who, now?

Erica "Yoga" Jones:
Oh, yeah, deer love weed. [chuckles] Fucks them right up, too. They start jumping around all over the place. Then they come back for more. And the kicker is, you can't keep them out. I tried everything. Soap shavings, fox pee, which they sell at the Home Depot for $120 a gallon.

Janae Watson:
Seems like you could have just built a fence.

Erica "Yoga" Jones:
No, a deer can jump an eight-foot barb wire fence with a smile on its face, like Donald O'Connor.

Janae Watson:
Get to the meat already.

Erica "Yoga" Jones:
I got a hunting rifle and stayed up all night, four, five times a week. And finally, one night I see them rustling around the edge of my property, where I was growing the quality shit, this hybrid plant called AK-47, which the fake prescription people eat up like peanuts. I was pissed.

Janae Watson:
And drunk?

Erica "Yoga" Jones:
Oh, honey, that goes without saying.

Janae Watson:
So what happened?

Erica "Yoga" Jones:
I shot him.

Janae Watson:
And?

Erica "Yoga" Jones:
And it wasn't a deer. It was an eight-year-old kid from the farm next door who was running away from home because his dad took away his Nintendo. A kid.

Janae Watson:
Shit.

Erica "Yoga" Jones:
And they buried him on their property, in a box.