I was on the road early. I don’t relish the idea of chasing weed too close to Paddy’s day. Christmas, Easter, bank holidays etc, it is always better to procure your pot early. Nothing puts a dampener in my day like inferior quality weed, the last bit I had was just not quite right, this can happen, it’s rare but happens, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, he’s got a lot on his plate right now, I had voiced my dissatisfaction with the weed and insisted on the best of the best next time. When it comes to illicit substances don’t think about it in a fair deal type of way, think about it in a business type of way, it doesn’t make sense that a product would be pure. When it comes to weed I am as fussy as fuck for the aforementioned reason. I got down to him and again mentioned my dissatisfaction and to my delight there was a substantial portion, possibly a box ( box meaning kilo) of sensational fucking weed. It was going to be a great Paddy’s weekend.
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