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Hey every body,
This is a little pice me and a friend of my wrote, what do you guys think is it entertaining?
Bio Pablo
During traveling you meet the most interesting people. Not long ago we were visiting Humboldt county. This place in Northern California attracts ‘hippies’ and people that want to change the world, making it greener…
When we were lost deep in Humboldt county in search for an epic outdoor greenery, we found this raggedy old farm. We parked the car near his property for a short break, when a greasy old fat guy aimed his shot gun at us. He yelled: “Plata o plomo. Uhhmm I mean Get off my property!” But when the sweaty fat man, saw my friends beard and dreadlocks he calmed down. Apparently he judged us as ‘good’ people.
“You must be lost”, the sweaty fat man said. “You could not have picked a better place to get lost!
I though you guys where not good willing blokes from South America that are still out to get me…
I don’t get much visitors here. Why don’t you stay for dinner?”
We hesitated. This was not really what we had in mind for that afternoon. Not that we had a scheduled planning for that day, but getting stuck for hours with a sketchy guy in a ruined place? Without knowing exactly why we ended up accepting his invitation.
He started cooking rice and brown beans. And started to share his past life story.
Bio Pablo raised in Mexico, his parents were poor farmers. When he got grown up he ended up in all kind of local forms of business. The man did not want to talk about it in details, but the bottom line story is that he got into all kind of messy affairs.
Bio Pablo was not really one of these hard guys. He felt more comfortable with the farmers perspective then the gangs around with their guns and killings. He built up a special connection with one of the products he has always been into. The mother of all plants…. Mary.
But the business around him forced him to make some major mistakes in his life. As a consequence he had to leave his family behind in Mexico to find peace, somewhere far from home. And peace he found finally, deep down in Humboldt. Finally out of gun thread, he became a breeder. He started crossing some special Mexican strains with some US strains. He lived off grid for years. Living a simple life, breeding, smoking, staying away from people as much as possible to stay out of problems.
But now, years later, California decided to legalize pot … and that makes him thinking about going in business again.
When Bio Pablo learned more about us, he asked us if we could help him back on track. But we had to sleep a night over that one.
Cause during some of his crazy anecdotes about deals going south, veins on his head appeared. And his eyes almost popped out looking like he was ready to feed us to the dogs. His aggressive look disappeared after a fast couple of deep tokes of some organic delight, but….
This is a little pice me and a friend of my wrote, what do you guys think is it entertaining?
Bio Pablo
During traveling you meet the most interesting people. Not long ago we were visiting Humboldt county. This place in Northern California attracts ‘hippies’ and people that want to change the world, making it greener…
When we were lost deep in Humboldt county in search for an epic outdoor greenery, we found this raggedy old farm. We parked the car near his property for a short break, when a greasy old fat guy aimed his shot gun at us. He yelled: “Plata o plomo. Uhhmm I mean Get off my property!” But when the sweaty fat man, saw my friends beard and dreadlocks he calmed down. Apparently he judged us as ‘good’ people.
“You must be lost”, the sweaty fat man said. “You could not have picked a better place to get lost!
I though you guys where not good willing blokes from South America that are still out to get me…
I don’t get much visitors here. Why don’t you stay for dinner?”
We hesitated. This was not really what we had in mind for that afternoon. Not that we had a scheduled planning for that day, but getting stuck for hours with a sketchy guy in a ruined place? Without knowing exactly why we ended up accepting his invitation.
He started cooking rice and brown beans. And started to share his past life story.
Bio Pablo raised in Mexico, his parents were poor farmers. When he got grown up he ended up in all kind of local forms of business. The man did not want to talk about it in details, but the bottom line story is that he got into all kind of messy affairs.
Bio Pablo was not really one of these hard guys. He felt more comfortable with the farmers perspective then the gangs around with their guns and killings. He built up a special connection with one of the products he has always been into. The mother of all plants…. Mary.
But the business around him forced him to make some major mistakes in his life. As a consequence he had to leave his family behind in Mexico to find peace, somewhere far from home. And peace he found finally, deep down in Humboldt. Finally out of gun thread, he became a breeder. He started crossing some special Mexican strains with some US strains. He lived off grid for years. Living a simple life, breeding, smoking, staying away from people as much as possible to stay out of problems.
But now, years later, California decided to legalize pot … and that makes him thinking about going in business again.
When Bio Pablo learned more about us, he asked us if we could help him back on track. But we had to sleep a night over that one.
Cause during some of his crazy anecdotes about deals going south, veins on his head appeared. And his eyes almost popped out looking like he was ready to feed us to the dogs. His aggressive look disappeared after a fast couple of deep tokes of some organic delight, but….
I'll play! (warning ... things may get dark and smutty while i'm at the helm of this ship!)
