I come from a clan of growers. unfortunately my parents are anomalies in my family and dont inhale!! my parents always raised me true to the 30's era mentality of the prohibition United States, Dont do drugs! Cant drink before 21! all that bs...well when i was like 6 of course i would see all my grandpas buddies comin over havin a good time sittin in a circle talkin into night smokin joints of the old skool. I didnt know what they were smoking only that they were cool, my grandpa was awesome, and i wanted to be like them too. fast forward to like summer of 8 yrs old, i was tromping around the fields by th house and started trying to smoke anything, i remember trying to roll rosemary into a newspaper, and lighting some stolen pipe tobacco in a water jug that i had turned into a bong. well my grandpa caught me, and was pissed, 1)cuz i stole his tabaccy, 2) cuz i was his kin and smokin trash! lol so he took me inside and i smoked my first panama red joint. it was the start of a beautiful relationship. wheres the secret you guys ask? well my parents figured they had raised 1 kid right that wasnt gonna inhale, lo and behold, haha im the biggest grower of my brothers/sisters! They say i thought we did right by you! How did you get into this?? They blame MTV, public school, Reagan administration, haha u name it..ill never tell that it was my grandpa. hope u guys enjoyed.
Cheers to all the secret keepers of the world!
-SLightlyToasted