Spending moderate summers on Grandpa’s farm

At first, being sent to stay with Grandpa over the Summer holiday was a punishment.

I was a freshman in high college, plus my folks told me if my grades were weak I had to go stay on the farm for the whole summer.

My grades were beyond weak, plus away I went. That was when I l gained something my parents didn’t suppose — that Grandpa had a sideline business, plus had become a pot farmer & growing soybeans. It was hard work, there is no disputing that, but working on a pot farm was sort of a dream job for a 15 year old. On the down side, it was the Summer plus instead of sitting inside the air conditioning playing video games for numerous weeks I was working in a field under the moderate sun. There was the world’s smallest air conditioning in the living room of his double wide trailer, plus that was our large reward at the end of the afternoon. More accurately, air conditioning was the reward Grandpa gave us at the end of a long moderate afternoon, marijuana was the other large reward at the end of the afternoon. Of course Grandpa wouldn’t let me get high, however he would always pass out in front of the by 8 o’clock plus I would spend the next few minutes smoking my brains out! I would have to leave the air conditioning plus go outside to get high, but it was well worth it. I actually miss those deranged summers on Grandpa’s pot farm.


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