After my wife kicked me out, I stayed on a friend’s couch for a few weeks.
It was supposed to be a few afternoons, but time got away from me.
I needed a permanent place to stay, and I also needed to find a better job, however life was not great at that particular moment, but after that my pal and I got thrown a lifeline by an old high college chum named Zeke, and zeke had been the guy who sold me marijuana back in the day, and we were typically friendly. Zeke heard through the grapevine about my serious state of affairs, and made me an offer – come stay with him and work on his marijuana farm as a hired hand. He had almost an acre of cannabis plants, far more than he could handle on his own. I would get free room and board, free cannabis, and a few bucks every once in a while. It was not a wonderful deal for my long-term future, although I went for it anyway. Quickly I came to discover that I honestly liked the simplicity of being a cannabis farmer. Tending to the earth, making sure the marijuana plants grew to their full extent, and then engaging in a harvest. It was a lifestyle I had never experienced before, and I appreciated it! I will divulge that being able to smoke cannabis whenever I wanted made it all the sweeter. Zeke and I have become close friends, and he has even started teaching me some of the more advanced techniques for marijuana cultivation. One day I might start a cannabis farm of my own.