Although we had not spoken in some time, Carl and I used to be the best of friends. We were so close that we still loved and trusted each other completely, despite the fact it had been five years since we had so much as spoken on the phone. He had finally been able to get a piece of land in the country, like he always dreamed about. Now that he had what he needed for his big plan, he was calling me for some help. When we were in college we had big dreams of moving out to the country and starting a cannabis farm, but it never happened. Now it could happen, and he wanted me to move out for a few months and get all the cannabis crops up and running. How could I refuse? His farm was technically a hemp farm, and 90% of the land was devoted to growing hemp, but he also had a very substantial marijuana field, with a strain he had kept going for years. Each subsequent generation of the cannabis strain was more potent, and a deeper shade of purple. At this point the cannabis buds were so ooey-gooey that gloves and face masks needed to be worn at all times. Just rubbing it against your skin could give you such a contact high from the THC content that you would be napping within an hour. I followed his protocols, and worked his field of cannabis crops all through the day, and then I would spend most of every night smoking them!
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