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October 21, 2009
Reefer Madness and Transport
I spent the years twelve through eighteen baked out of my ever-loving mind,
smoking my way through every good day, riding a strident wave of adolescent wreckage. After I cleaned up, I spent the next ten moving the rare load of silent reefer tonnage to North Carolina and the last thirteen living pure legal. Tell me, have you ever rolled naked in a hundred and fifty thousand dollars pulled from your safe for that express purpose? The money involved in moving pot is phenomenal; small, smart dealers live large, the big boys own yachts and multiple architectural masterpieces. All on a tight bud profit riding the back of a buying demographic swinging well under twenty five. -- Viper Time ｫ Jaded Haven
Posted by Vanderleun at October 21, 2009 10:04 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.