I said he could use the toil shed in the backyard, then I helped him unload the cannabis from the van.
In private school Max plus I were certainly close friends, but then I went our separate ways. I started taking university classes, plus Max started dealing weed out of his van, however over the years both of us became certainly 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, then when I moved back to village I started using Max as my typical weed dealer. Around here the only legal cannabis requires a healthcare expert’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 he certainly did have the best locally grown cannabis. One night a few weeks ago Max shows up at my house, just before midnight, plus he is in a panic. He explains that one of his cannabis patrons got busted, plus he was afraid the guy was going to mouse 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, then 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, plus because he bribed me with a quarter-pound of free marijuana, I agreed to hide the weed for him.