This war is far from over, but I have made my presence and the situation clear to the people my Dad has enslaved who belonged to my Grandma Kudearoff before the last changing of the guard in the 1980s. It has been almost 40 years since these people felt someone had their best interest in consideration. They are just as excited to explore their potential as I am.
Point of the story is my family cult poisons the weed at dispensaries. I have tried it in a few different states, different poisons, but definitely not clean. Some times it is worse than others. I can only guess the rhyme or reason, but we all know it has to do with punishment.
They are gassing me strongly, talk soon!