story....

2 years ago- my uncle told me he uesd to grow weed, he uesd to grow pounds with his friend and they would gro shwag, skunk, whatever they could get...he told me he smoked it and we talked about it....recently he came to visit and on a hunch i checked his bag fro weed...about 2 min. later i found about a dime in an old camel cig. box...i took about 2 grams and rolled a fat joint...when he came home my brothers friend goes "hey you wouldnt mind if i had a beer right" and he goes "i see nothing, i know nothing" so i i said NOTHING, he repliede NOTHING....i then whipped out the j...a 2 gram j and said, hey uncle chris, i know you uesd to grow and i know you smoke, i have a j of your weed. at first he was a bit disapointed in me ebcuase i went through his bag...but then he forgame me an we sparked up. while we were toking he let me in on some stories from when he was a kid.

in high school he grew up in a rural area of new yourk, farms and pastures...and drugs galore. Him and his buddie started off growing some shwag in an old pasture, harvisting 15+ lbs ever season. but one day anoher grower took tehir spot before they planted and so they grew skunk...biggest problem with that is beavers...the beavers are like humans in the sense that they love weed. they took over 10 plants of his skunk....they took it in the den and ate it...he said it was the funnyest thing seeing high beavers...almost worth the loss of 3 lbs.....but the drugs wernt limited to weed...oh no...infact it was only the begining....after years of getting stoned and going fishing, they discoverd acid...it was so cheap up there they would ahve partied in the pasture with a gigantic bonfire and just take hits upon hits of acid every night. they sold 30 40 pounds of acid a week and make thousands that they spent on weed and beer. they also picked srooms and passed them around like they were nothing. then in about 1979 they herd of a new thing reaching the area. cocaine...they loved it they loved the sudden highs and feeling of divinity. one friend of theirs Mick Stephens was an acid head and was so messed up he began to speak in poety..nothing but..forever...ironically he got a degree in english lit...go figure...


story 2 ill post if you want

hell yeah i want story 2. i love hearing about other peoples experiences, that sounds like a crazy time/place that he lived in! MORE PLEASE

Alright at least u were upfront about his ~j~ :) Yes, I would like to hear another story Koshea... :cool:

ahaha, thats great man, wish there was some 'cid up here. damn this horrid place -.-
yea, storry 2 man :) cant wait