Quote Originally Posted by weeddaddy50
at 9:00 am.........You got me.......lets here the details.:stoned:
Details? Where do I start?

Part of me is disgusted, Part of me is estatic. Part of me is blown away. Part of me is pissed. Part of me is torn. All of me is tired.

The deal went fine. Like selling a quarter oz. Only this qt cost north of 65 grand. Then we went golfing....not what you expected huh?

The gulch is done. Wifeys are done. And by done I mean out the door. Pau. Pay the man.

Jeff came right up to the house. No sense hide. He knows where I live anyway, or could find out easily. Just him, looks at the product, ask if it is all as good, test a few samples randomly, and says, "I want everything".

And that is redemption. The Holy Grail for growers.

When you do this, it is almost in a bubble. You have your trip going, but you don't see the competition, all you see is what is in front of you. Sure, you get stoned, but how does it match up? Has the whole rest of the island grown a better quality than me? Where do I stand?

"I want everything. How much you got?"

Bingo. I know I did good. He took three samples. And he just bought 22 lbs.
Hello Mr Franklin. Took about 30 minutes.

Jeff leaves a big stack on the table, says he has a tee time in two hours. Wana play? "Go take care of that" he says as points at the cash, meet me at Kahili top in two hours.

The top course is private. Costs like $50,000 to be a member. I play the bottom with all the other commoners, and drool at the top course. Today is one long orgasm. I wanted to play that course in the worst way.

Show up, and it's like I'm swarmed. "Wash your clubs?, would you like a massage before you hit some balls, or would you like to just go out."

My shit don't stink today. Jeff says what do you want....Oh God I just came.
The massuse was a babe. And if she was just a massuse my name is Meyer. Talk about a happy ending....I can't go there....I just can't...God, I want to cry.

I gotta get out of here, lets go play...I stunk...my mind was elsewhere.

We had a blast. Just catching up, takling story, but nothing about the last week.

As we finish Jeff says Pops wants me to stop by and say hello. O.K. He also tells me the main guy in this little rip off ring has a daddy that is a big shot, and he will be there....WTF??? The goons go down, and the boss walks? You're shittin me? I will go say hi to Pops, then I'm gone.

I go in, Say hello to Pops....And I am door bound. This stinks. Then Pops asks the thief; "Tell us the story how you paid $4500 for an lb and let this skinny haole get away". The dude is sour. They had been ragging him for a while. He looks at me and says "I should have hit your house"

Jeff starts laughing. " You scared of dogs? He has a tribe." more laughing.

By now I'm getting a bit more than pissed. This asshole skates back to daddy and his "friends" are in jail. This blows. I can't say anything. He's eating steak, and his friends are eating shit. I am so out of here.

On the way out, Jeff tells me they will take everything I have. Anytime. Their testers were very happy with it. Sorry Jeff, I'm sold out. Maybe next year.

As soon as I got home I took a shower. Wash that stench away.

The garage is empty. Spare bedroom almost. Attic is full of the best of the best. I still have 10-12 lbs that I will give away. Maybe more.

And I do mean give. From this point on everything is free. Like them apples? I got mine, the house got its. My patients got there's. You have a valid Hawaii Blue card? State ID? Come get yours. I can't legaly sell it but I can gift it all away. PM me. Offer open for 2 weeks or two lbs, whichever comes first.

Put a fork in it, I am Done. It has been one hell of a ride. I'm almost sorry its over.

I just took you thru my season, beginning to end. Seeds to sale. The full monty.

Hope you had as much fun, but not as much drama, as I did.

Later

Once more to cover my ass;

This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental...... Except the free weed. Come and get it.