Laura Prepon, weed aficionado

I love a dream that includes both Laura Prepon and large amounts of weed. This one had it all. Except the sex. It just wasn't that kind of dream. 

So, I was living at this beach type house with a bunch of other guys. I think Grampa Buckwitz was the actual owner, because he was there digging up my weed plants, as scraggly and unrecognizable as they were and replanting them in the back yard. 

He was more open minded than the real life grandpa who called the cops on me for some seedlings after snooping around in my room and finding them growing in a fishbowl in the window. That's a story for another time. But this Gramps was kind enough to relocate them to a more discreet location. 

Laura Prepon, who was magnetically attracted to weed, found out about my plants and started talking to me about the project. I told her that I had grown many years worth of weed and if she ever needed a "weed guy" that I'd be honored to comp her as much as she needed. 

She seemed to immediately take to this idea and we began looking for my stash, which was hidden in the walls and ceiling panels of the old house. Or so I thought. 

The first location came up with empty. Someone had been cleaning things out. That was ok. There were other stashes. This one would have been older and more than likely deteriorated. We're talking ten years worth of stashed weed harvests. 

So, I told her to shut the door while I looked for the ceiling stash. I had to climb precariously on the bed, but I managed to pull down a full trash can with quarter pound baggies, full of carefully manicured buds. They looked like little round brussel sprouts. 

Yes! This impressed her. I mused at how much they might be worth and she immediately whips out a calculator and starts counting baggies. I told her we could sort through all that later. I just wanted to get some of it in her little hands for the time being. 

I lamented that as much weed as I possessed, it pained me because I really couldn't smoke it like I did when I was younger. I hoped she'd enjoy it and our new "relationship." I was going to be her mac daddy of weed. Such a proud moment.

And in the real world, I have some 14 foot Durban Poison to contend with. I don't know Laura Prepon and I have no idea what I'm gonna do when they all ripen and I have to process them. I got swamped last year with all the picking and such. Ho hum. I really don't like weed all that much and I don't have enough friends that do to give it away to. Maybe I'll look for some homeless person and make their millennium.