Marla
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Stories of the "Weed Man"
I had about 3 'gap' years between secondary school and university, during which I shared an apartment briefly with a Weed Man.
One of the most useless, couch-surfing loafs I've ever encountered. Stank like Patchouli oil, occasionally portered at a used car lot ("part time, man!") and dealt dime bags of low-grade skunk weed. Never had enough money to cover his rent. Always had enough money to get more weed, though. Thankfully, the lease on the place ran out a few months after he moved in. Told him when we had to move out. He said, "cool, man, we need a bigger place, anyway!" then proceeded to wander out of town and go see a Dead show the weekend we had to get our poo out of the place. I got my stuff out of there, moved into my new place and got on with it. A week after I moved out, he showed up to my job, asking if I had brought his stuff over to "our" new apartment. I said not only had I not done that, but "our" new apartment was a one-bedroom with only my name on the lease. A couple of days later, he called me at my job and started pissing and moaning over the phone about how the landlord had went ahead and boxed up all the stuff he had left at the apartment and thrown it out. I said, "yeah, that sucks, dude" hung up the phone and got back to work.
F**k that hippie: his pot sucked anyway and his hippie chick girlfriend had hummus b.o.
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