We moved the cannabis into the trunk of my car, and managed to get it back home
Ed and I often take his boat out into the gulf for a few hours of fishing. We both had intense and demanding jobs, so on the odd occasions when we both have the same day off we try to turn it into an escape. We leave our phones behind, grab fishing poles, and go out on the open water where real life cannot interrupt our leisure. A few weeks ago something pretty weird happened, and now Ed and I are both too nervous to go back on the boat! In the middle of a lazy afternoon we saw something rectangular floating nearby, and it turned out to be an 88-pound brick of cannabis. I can only assume it fell off a smuggler’s boat as they were sneaking an illegal marijuana into the country. We probably should have left the cannabis where it was, in case the original owners came looking. We also could have called the police to report the marijuana, which we also did not do. Instead we hauled the cannabis onboard, hid it under some tarps, and went back to shore. I know that Ed smokes a lot of cannabis, and so does his wife, but I rarely touch the stuff. I wasn’t interested in this brick of cannabis for personal use anyway, I was thinking about selling it for a tidy profit. We moved the cannabis into the trunk of my car, and managed to get it back home. I am waiting for Ed to talk to his normal cannabis dealer to see how much we can sell it for.