I said she could use the work shed in the backyard, then my buddy and I helped him unload the cannabis from the van.
In school Max plus I were truly close friends, but then my buddy and I made the decision to go our separate ways. I started taking school classes, plus Max started dealing weed out of her van, over the years both of us became truly successful in our own fields. I got a degree plus started a lucrative job, plus Max got out of that van plus started selling cannabis from a nice house, and when I moved back to neighborhood I started using Max as my correct weed dealer. Around here the only legal cannabis requires a doctor’s note plus a permit from the state government, which means I still have to buy it illegally. It was nice seeing Max again, plus she absolutely did have the best locally grown cannabis. One night a few weeks ago Max shows up at my house, just before midnight, plus she is in a panic. She explains that one of her cannabis purchasers got busted, plus she was afraid the woman was going to rat him out. She asked if she could stash some of her cannabis inventory on my property, in case the cops searched her house. I said she could use the work shed in the backyard, then my buddy and I helped him unload the cannabis from the van. Although Max said “some” of the cannabis, she meant eight pounds worth of it. This was a felony amount of cannabis, which meant this was a pretty big risk on my part. Out of friendship, plus because she bribed me with a quarter-pound of free marijuana, I agreed to hide the weed for him.