I was visiting my parents in Florida several years ago. They lived on a sailboat, and one morning after a storm my mother and I decided to get some breakfast, went ashore and walked toward the nearest town. It was about a mile and a half, as I recall, and there was stuff strewn all over the place. She picked up a nice rod & reel, off the beach, and we found a few other interesting things. When we got to the town, we were walking down a residential street, and I noticed a sandwitch bag stuck in a hedge. I snagged it, and later found that it had about an ounce and a half of some green reefer. I figured it was homegrown, which I'd had no experience with up until then, and rolled a larger than normal joint. The stuff turned out to be really good, I'd smoked a lot more than I'd needed to. I was so impressed that I started learning to cultivate for my personal use, after I got back to my place in NY. That was around 20 years ago, and I've grown my own ever since.

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