They offered him a large discount, of course, however Tom was a sweet guy who wasn’t looking for a bribe, just a cheap source of weed for he and his buddies
I was raised in a farming country, on a farm next to the other. My parents grew different plants and had cows, all the official farmyard feel. It wasn’t until I started going to college that my parents told me not to talk about particular parts of the farm. I had no clue what they were talking about at the time, but they said some plants were considered “illegal” and both of us weren’t allowed to grow them. I was smart enough to listen, even if I didn’t understand, and I kept the secret of my parents’ weed farm for many years. When I was a teenager I knew exactly what it was all about, and why I couldn’t talk about it, but I also had access to limitless cannabis. I had to work the crops, however working in marijuana farm is sort of a dream come true for a lot of boys… and adults, too! If you are wondering about the cop presence, well there wasn’t much of 1 aside from our buddy Tom, who bought cannabis from my folks a couple of times a month. They offered him a large discount, of course, however Tom was a sweet guy who wasn’t looking for a bribe, just a cheap source of weed for he and his buddies. Country folk are fantastic folk, so no 1 seemed to mind my folks growing marijuana, so long as almost everyone was honestly silent about it. It was an open secret, so to tell, and both of us had some neighbors who would even trade meat, milk, and fresh veggies for marijuana.