(Voiceover)
While the rest of the world walks into a store and buys a pack of gummies, you’ve turned your spare bedroom into a high-voltage, purple-lit botanical fortress. You’re not just a hobbyist; you’re a mad scientist who hasn’t seen a grocery store in three weeks.
(Soulful singer: “He’s got a SMH in hydroponics!”)
(Voiceover) You spend more on your electric bill than most small countries, all to cultivate a plant that—let’s be honest—looks exactly like the one growing in your neighbor’s rock pile for free. You talk about “terpenes” and “curing cycles” to anyone who will listen, which is usually just Antoine.
(Voiceover) So raise a glass, oh Sultan of Soil, because even if your harvest tastes like lawn clippings and gives your friends a mild panic attack, at least you can say you did it yourself.
Reminds me of a voyage taken by my brother and I. We drove west from Minneapolis in my Duster with a power-hitter, 6’ of poly hose, an oxygen mask, and 2 ounces of weed. We turned around on Beartooth Pass just short of Yellowstone National Park due to forest fires.
Antoine and Zen rolled in with those ‘been out all night’ munchies and got straight into your Cannaversary cake, @PogueMahone! Looks like they’re eyeing your stash too… Happy 3rd, brother!
some stuff needs to have ‘Labeled Expectations’ so you don’t end up riding around with Chad in the mall security golf cart wearing out your key fob looking for your ride
Real Men of Weedness
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Looks like they’re eyeing your stash too… Happy 3rd, brother!
