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