When my dad found my stash, more than 30 years ago now, he said, “I found your grass. We should talk about it.” He never mentioned it again. Now he’s dead. He never stopped, but I was smoked out soon after.
When my dad found my stash, more than 30 years ago now, he said, “I found your grass. We should talk about it.” He never mentioned it again. Now he’s dead. He never stopped, but I was smoked out soon after.
