So, I gets me gummint axeption to grows me some “hemp”.
They sayz, don’t grow no gonzo, boy!
But, them neighborhood crackers come steal it.
I decides to plant me some corn on the outside to “hide” it.
Them crack-heads still be comin round.
SO, I plants me about 35% gonzo in the middle, surround it with hemp and hide it with corn.
Them boys come around stealin my hemp and I lose me some munny.
More than make up for it with the gonzo I harvest and sell to them stupid rednecks on the side.
Win-win.
The 21st Century version of “Wildwood Weed”.
I used to spend my summers in Vermont farm country. I would walk through cornfields to get to the swimming and fishing in the lake.
I was walking with my 13 year old brother one day and the crop looked like funny corn. My brother had to educate me.
I was terrified. He told me to stop being a baby—that the farmers were not going to shoot us as long as we did not pick it or knock it down.
It was one of the first times I got the “be cool” speech.