maybe i'm missing a lot of the story but you got fucked with by french customs is the gist of what i'm getting? hope everthing is going well and you have managed to source some smoke
Yeah man, D and co were driving through into france. Passed the border. 15 mins up the road customs pulled them over, opened up the van, smelled the plants and proceeded to get serious. The boys had outrunners all through town, blowing red lights and all. 3 hours including strip searches. Took all the equipment, plants, herb, seeds, and hash. Also the fucking oil rig I was due for my birthday in a couple days.
They only got a 350 euro fine, so i guess it's a blessing. Lesson learned. The french suck.
as for herb, don sorted some hash that we stretched for a couple days. Smoked the last of it yesterday. So now I'm without any smoke. Pretty ironic huh? They don't have many clubs near me at all. Not sure what I'll do. Might just be off smoke for a few months while the plants grow. I actually thought this might happen so I'm mentally prepared. It's making the journey through living in a different country, without my wife and kids that much more interesting. Not to mention practically no one here speaks a lick of english. I thought it'd be like itally. Almsot everyone there spoke at least OK english. Not here. My spanish is far superior to most of their ingles. So I've been rocking my second language like nobodys business.
OH SHIT!!!! The best part of everything hahahaha.... apparently in spain there is a term for a man like me. A man who is married, but his wife is away. I am what would be called 'de rodriguez'... basically gives me licence to be a flirt. I swear the guy who told us about it christened me into even. As he said about me being de rodriguez he put his hand on my shoulder, like "alright son.... it's now your time". not sure if it was such a good idea to tell me all that.
Sorry for such a long answer. It's quiet in the house.