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I grew weed on my parents carport roof. W

When I was a teenager. They were coming along nicely, I'd tote my guitar up there and sing to them, feed them blood and bone, pick the aphids off.
Then one night there was a terrible storm, and my plants blew off into the driveway.
That morning I was summoned by all three of my names (you know you're really in trouble when that happens ) into the kitchen. "What is the meaning of this? ". "Maybe they blew in from somewhere..?"
I was in biiiig trouble. I was made to destroy the beautiful plants. Little did my folks know they'd budded up and were to dry out nicely, and provide a superior smoke. 😉
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curiosi · 61-69, F
This needs to go in the stories section. That will ensure that others get to hear it. It's funny.