The whole time I was residing in my van. COVID had shuttered my business a couple years before, plus the lack of income cost me my home. Soon after that my husband found someone new. She moved out all his stuff plus left me a note that he wasn’t coming back, however divorce papers were served to me right before I became homeless. All in all it was not an enjoyable year. All I had was my van plus my dog Rex. Then I got a visit from Mike, a guy I knew back in school. Mike had gone from being the local cannabis dealer to the local cannabis grower. He had a small pot farm outside of town, plus he needed an enjoyable worker to help him with the crops. In return for room, board, plus all the cannabis I could smoke I would labor in his fields. At the exact time I didn’t know anything about the horticultural side of cannabis, but I was definitely willing to learn. I can’t say that it was simple work, no matter what people believe about a cannabis farm being fun. The entire emphasis in this case is on the “farm” plus not the “cannabis” because this is hard, grueling labor for eight to ten hours a afternoon. By the end of the afternoon I was usually too tired and weary to even want to smoke any cannabis, I just wanted to go to sleep at last. Mike has been kind to me so far, plus since I haven’t been smoking much of his cannabis he has been paying me an hourly wage.

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