Back in the day, when digi scales became common, we would painstakingly load them, to say '0.99 oz'
Kept it ticketable, plus we could say we were "pack'n a Gretzky" or "looking for a Great One"
I us'ta sweat my pits, down too my belt, when driving. Now I keep phat tops, locked in my glovebox, should I happen to run into a friendly face.
Good times.
Freedom.
Ohhhh, the dreaded day my wife got her prescription; our household budget was Fk'd.
Now, I am popp'n 'em out left and right.
@ $14 a gram,,,a three OZ plant,,,
Wouldn't you have to say,,,it is Grand ?
That was around the time that I was wandering around, lost, on the farm.
I found your enthusiasm to be inspirational, I was always pushing the envelope to keep up.
I learned training from Sernots, and I was inspired by Phylex's surgical diligence. Our dirty Unc. taught me to sow like a madman and make a big noise.
It fills my heart to see you doing well Big G.
Like a friend, you came hunting for me on darkest day. We hit that 'yellow speed arrow' and I have been massing, ever since.
Everyday is a blessing.
Cant wait to see the future unfold.
Woody Harleson only has one line in this video.
(20 years later?) His quote echos through my head, everytime I decide to take a questionable idea too far.
Everyone can relate to the quip, the song, however ,,,you will have have to forgive me.
I am a sucker for punk.
Keep it Rheelz Wheelz.