After my girlfriend kicked me out, I stayed on a friend’s couch for a few weeks.

It was supposed to be a few days, but time got away from me. I needed a permanent place to stay, and I also needed to find a better job. Life was not good at that p[articular moment, but then I got thrown a lifeline by an old high school chum named Zeke. Zeke had been the guy who sold me marijuana back in the day, and we were always friendly. Zeke heard through the grapevine about my dire 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 great deal for my long-term future, but I went for it anyway. Quickly I came to discover that I really 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 loved it! I will admit 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.

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