Today, I woke up with vague plans to go to the store to get some antacid pills, but instead I ended up riding with some yardies in their rental car. They said they wanted to see a farm but had no real idea how to do so except to go to Orange Hill, and I was not too sure myself, but I said OK I would go with them .... First thing, dude crashed the car while trying to back up, and I am like, wow, I hope this all works out. They had tons of stuff, and the party was on. We headed past Bantons to Westender, hung out there and met a guy who said there was a farm nearby that we could check out.

We piled in the car, four of us, laughing and smoking, and the guy on a cycle took us through some small roads, one of which was locked and then locked again behind us once we passed, and he met a couple of friends, who led us up a hill. It was all good vibes, friendly, cause I had met the first guy before .... He took us to a field, amazing. We are talking huge stalks. We went back to Westender, got a big room on the beach, and started it up ....