Vintage Colombian

[zachrockbadenof]

red rider a question... i'm an avid gardener ... veggies and flowers... i was always told that when transplanting from the small growing pots into the ground , to disturb the root ball a bit...BUT when transplanting weed try and disturb the root ball as little as possible... opinion??

 

[red rider]

Very interesting question, thanks for considering my opinion. I try to follow an sop regarding when to transplant but circumstances rarely allow. As far as my current situation I'll find the right place in the greenhouse and dig a shallow hole directly in the ground. Then add a little inoculated pre mixed soil that contains dry amendments. Put the plant in the hole and fill with pre mixed soil. Top it off with straw mulch and let it go. A couple weeks Pryor to planting I'll begin spraying EM1 and my organic pest repellent. I don't mess with the rootball.
I don't interfer much with the plants growth other than cutting bottom branches close to the ground. I only try to put them in an optimal location for to grow in. I wish you the best harvests.


red rider

 

[red rider]

Hope you're not busy for a few hours. Really liking the Samora

So much I've got them coming again in the rotation.


red rider

 

[Captain Nasty]

It's incredible the amount of bull shit that's served up around here. So yesterday I see the guy mixing the herbicide at the water spigot and ask him what's up. He says he's killing weeds and I'm calm asking him if he knows what I do. He says yeah smiling, you grow the marijuana. Trying not to be offensive I say I can't have any chemicals used on this farm. I'm getting irritated cause dudes just grinning at me. I go on to say that the finca owner and I are partners I a legal cannabis project. Now my Spanish isn't very good but I explained well enough however as soon as I turned around the spraying continued. I went back into the house to find the power off.No big deal, I thought it would only be off for a short time. My wife assures me that it's programed from the electric company for maintenance (?). It's daytime and I start working on other things not concerned about the power.
About noon I realized not only do I need power for the cameras,the security system and internet but also for the electric water pump. No water ok no problem I go on doing my thing and all of a sudden everything lights up. But it's only a trickle not enough to reconnect. The alarm comes on and a voice in Spanish is telling me to check the control panel. From 2pm until 8pm this goes on and off until I unplugged everything. 24+ hours later still no full power. Not in a real good mood this morning I see dude out there spraying again. He's out in the strawberry patch but I know he's spraying the herbicide. So I march out there pissed and start demanding he stop immediately. He just stands there smiling and I feel like destroying his sprayer. But he doesn't understand me so I cruise back up to the house. Smoked a nice bowl and messaged the finca owner who was concerned (no cameras for 24 hours) . I told him the deal and he said he would talk to the farmers and tell them no chemicals. So now I'm a little more chill but still pissed about no power.
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Fresh Kamora tops

red rider

This reminds me of a story way back in Buenaventura when I was captain, operating a shrimp boat there. It was required that we get the ship fumigated on occasion. The fumigators guy was so crippled up and using a cane a maybe 40yrs old. I asked him if he has being this line of work for a while. He aswed yes for 20 years Capt. I was pretty honest with him and outright told him that was probably why he was crippled up at that age. Of course he was in denial. So after securing all things in the Galley of the ship I let him have his way so he could show authorities he had performed his require duty. After he departed and ordered all my crew to disinfected every God Damn thing the could on the Home at sea and we were NOT going tyo depart port until I was satisfied al had be de-contaminated. I actually showed him the Skull and Crossbones on the container he was applying. They don't actually care about introducing killed shit into humans. no respiratory protection so he was working in a cloud of poison through the process of fumigating. If your smelling the poison the you are ingesting it unlest you have a respirator on. "Ignorant" or "uneducated" or maybe both ???

 

[NOREGRETZ]

Seguimos adelante aunque el invernadero no está terminado. Va lento pero creo que tendré plantas en la tierra este mes. View attachment 18929237
Estos son los cuatro colombianos y un pequeño Kamora F3. Se están uniendo un poco a las raíces, pero creo que todo estará bien si puedo enterrarlos pronto.
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Este es el grupo hawaiano que viene muy bien. El tipo que los trajo aquí no recuerda exactamente qué son pero dijo que eran buenos.
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Las dos plantas de Old Haze están funcionando bien y deberían ir al invernadero a principios del próximo año. Espero hacer una reproducción si son dignos.
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Y esta preciosa sativa de Sierra Leona. Sativa muy tropical con hojas súper finas. Quiero cultivar mucho de esta variedad si crece bien aquí.
Llevo un par de semanas fumando el Samora F1 y empezando a conocerlo. Rendimiento ridículo esta vez pero de altísima calidad. Uno de mis objetivos con este cruce de Kamora era suavizar el golpe de Kamora con el Caribe de baja potencia. Bueno, los dos fenotipos que cultivé son iguales o más fuertes que los del padre. Es totalmente diferente pero no reduce la potencia. Para mí, el Samora es mucho más desagradable que el Kamora, lo que, junto con su sabor adictivo, provoca un exceso. Por la mañana despierta con los ojos rojos y la boca algodonosa.



jinete rojo

Sierra leone, era ofrecido por brazil seed co.?

 

[red rider]

The sierra Leon seeds came from a private individual who has family there.
Yes it seems the farmers here in general don't respect the land. I'm sure there's exceptions but I had problems in zipacon and here with spraying toxic herbicides and burning plastic/trash. But I can't change the world although I do try to offer alternatives the farmers don't want to listen.

My little greenhouse is very close to completion and just in time for flower season.

The four Música sativa are getting big and want to grow in the ground. And a Kamora F3 along with the sierra Leon plant are all ready to go.

So I'm hoping to get the greenhouse operational early next week.

red rider

 

[red rider]

Had another 30 hour power outage along with 5 days with no wifi. Life on the farm, funny thing is I can see the power plant down in the valley.

Anyway I got a burst of energy with the return of the power and put a few plants in the greenhouse this morning. Those are two muisca, unsexed but if they're male I'll collect a little pollen and remove them. I went ahead and put my remaining Kamora F3 in the ground as well hoping for a female. It's a little hot in the greenhouse (in the sun) to me but still cool enough for the plants. The constant winds keep it well ventilated.

The last little Samora flower. Nicely dry now with a beautiful goldish color. The Samora F1 is certainly one of my new favorite plant but I like the Kamora F2 a little more. With the Samora I don't get much done, great for pain relief but a little heavy. The Samora reminds me (kind of) of how crown royal hits me, real clean but strong. The Kamora is more like Malawi to me motavational, creative invoking with less spaciness.



red rider

 

[red rider]

Slowly getting everything set up and operational in the greenhouse. We've had an unusual amount of rain for December but that's fine because the plants need a little time to adjust to the greenhouse.

I like things that are simple and effective, I don't like spending money. I prefer to improvise and use what I have. This is not a commercial grow in anyway this cannabis will never go more than a few kilometers from the finca.
I have respect for those involved but I'm not part of the legal (or illegal) cannabis culture. Commodity cannabis turns me off and my cannabis is personal. What I do with the plant is motavated only by my passion and I've no interest in the opinion of want to bed.

These are the Paipa sativa muisca, the two big girls go in the ground tomorrow. Muisca is a local variety that is rare in the sense that it's not grown (to the best of my knowledge) for sale. I know the plant pretty well but I've never grown it myself. The hit is not super potent like my Kamora but delightful and unique and I like it.
Also a little later this year we'll have these beautiful genetics from the big island of Hawaii. The grower isn't sure exactly of their origin but assures me they're good, I believe him. Since I'm not sure exactly what they are we call them "Blue Hawaiian".

And there's several other varieties going the greenhouse as the new year progress. 20 year old Haze and an incredible West African from Sierra Leone. Calm and cool.



red rider

 

[red rider]

Most rain I've ever seen here in December. Although I've never been at this particular farm in December I spent many Decembers right down the mountain in Paipa. Anyway it rains good whenever you get it and it's helping me in the greenhouse. So I've been in farmer mode the last couple weeks applying generous amounts of EM1 and my powerful insect repellent. Dug some holes, mixed soil and planted well vegetated plants. It's kinda stupid the way I'm doing this and in the future I'll change. But now I'm putting unsexed plants in the ground and removing and replacing evils as I find them on varieties I don't want pollen from ATM. It's crazy but I have a plan.

This is the only Sierra Leone I have at the moment. It's female and really starting to get going. This plant never really liked being in a container or under lights but in Colombian soil she's going to shine.
I've still got to get mulch but I'm treating the area so I'm good at the moment.
Mostly unsexed Hawaiians (I call them Hawaiian because that's where I got them from, not exactly sure of the original genetics) in the ground now as well as one confirmed Muisca and two Old Haze #11 plants.

Still plenty of space but the greenhouse has no final goal or finish line, it's a work in progress.
Hoping for a great New Year for all



red rider

 

[red rider]

And I'm looking forward to seeing what these Hawaiians turn out to be. The grower is a member here that's actually still here in Colombia. But I gave him some of my best Kamora and Samora along with a killer mangobiche Bangi Haze cross. So I'm looking forward to seeing how they do in the Hawaiian climate. Dude is a good bio organic grower so I think he's going to have some nice unique plants.
Anyway in the meantime I'm trying to set up semi continues harvest while maintaining the 20 plant limit. Not looking good for the cannabis industry here, the recreational bill was canned and many small companies have failed due to the unrealistic regulation requirements. My ex business partner told me she has spent well over a million USD and has no customers. Some of that is the company is misdirected but it took years just to register nine varieties that still have more requirements to pass before bringing any type of income to the company. So I'm not interested in any type of commodity cannabis but recreational would have been nice for the tourist.

red rider

 

[PlasmaTube]

Great progress. Love that greenhouse setup. Simple and natural. Glad the Sierra Leonean is coming along in Colombia.

 

[MrBelvedere]

I have to agree with you 100 % and yet I continue doing it.


red rider

hello Red, how are you? It has been many years I am so happy to find this thread alive and well! I was in high school in the late eighties and we had Mexican brick weed.

In 1989 in Maryland nobody I knew could find weed anywhere at all! At the time we did not know why!?

I remember going to my first Grateful Dead in 12th grade, show at the Capitol Center in DC march.15, 1990 and two minutes before the music started a guy ten rows in front of us lit a joint and 5000 people eyes got big because it was so dry on East Coast everyone was wishing they could be standing next to him but we had plenty of acid big good

The Mexican we had been getting was very seedy and stemmy.

Come to find out later, the drought coincided with operation green merchant

So me and my friends got a clone of Northern Lights in 1992 from somebody older than us and started growing so we would have something good to smoke. Later found out we probably had the NL#5 clone and did not realize how we should have preserved it before it got lost by us and so many people but that’s why happens when have to keep everything a stupid secret.

So I think I am at least a decade lagging you guys. So I never got to smoke pure landrace Colombian like you and @Vash … when I was talking to Vash eight years ago he was telling me how you are searching for the original Colombian from the 70’s. I moved to Colombia “permanently” from Miami and have my eyes out trying to find some super duper old original seeds from the early 70’s.

For one month I stayed in south / Centro BOG and my apartment was next to the Sunday “flea market” located at Cl. 18 #4-82, Bogotá, Colombia

How long ago did you leave Bogota?

Did you ran off with your 20-year-old gorgeous English student that was hot for you??

 

[LostTribe]

Amazing. ... id love some of that in my life... i got some pred going atm but nuthin is better then when its grown down there. ...

Rest In Peace Brother.

 

[red rider]

Wow man that was a great story. I guess I left Bogota June 2020 . But yeah I've been staying at the farm here near Paipa as much as possible. It takes me time to set up and start operating ( been here six months). So the Colombian variety I'm currently growing is from here in Paipa. I grew some of my plants last year at the same place these seeds came from. Although last year I smoked quite a bit of it I don't know much about its origins.

It's a typical tropical plant that usally takes 4 or 5 months to finish. I'm expecting a medium to large plant nice sativa flower.

The local or I guess you'd say the real name is Muisca that comes from the original people of this land before the Spanish came.

The smoke from the flowers I sampled last year was low potency but nice with a sweet floral type flavor. I should add that the flowers I tried from the original grower were inmature and not handled well (sun dried).

So I'm hoping this will be better. Still enjoying growing it, she loves the greenhouse.
The sierra Leone plant is also digging the greenhouse. It reminds me so much of a Thai plant I grew in Bogota years ago. The trunk is purple black and very thin leaves.

To me this is an exotic plant that's very different than my Colombians. Very nice contrast.

Calm and cool
red rider

 

[red rider]

The muisca plant is enjoying the tasty greenhouse environment.

The muisca that was grow kind of rough in town didn't have dense flowers but visible tricombs. I'm hoping with some care the plant will beef up.

Planning to outcross her with the two Haze brothers I have and with the new Hawaiian Blue (my son named this variety in recognition of the Hawaiian grower).

red rider

 

[MrBelvedere]

Red as they say here “encanta”

whoa that sierra one is the skinniest leaves ever seen. The sawtooth serrations are half the width of the leaf. It is great how you are preserving these genetics.


I was thinking of looking for a car junkyard from the 70s or 80s and looking in floorboards for old seeds that fell out while rolling a doobie.

When did the genetics from Mexico and Afghani start diluting the gene pool ?


Did the Muisca people have any history to say who brought the herb to them… or they had it before the Spanish arrived?

I am reading the previous pages and getting confused you have a lot going on what is in the giant Samora cola that thing is gargantuan

 

[red rider]

Lot's of information there, first the floor board seed hunt would be a fruitless endeavor. But you know that.
Muisca is a name applied to the local Paipa sativa I discovered in 2022. No idea where the original genetics came from. But it's acclimated to the local environment and I like it. I don't know much about the Muisca people but I don't believe they had anything to do with cannabis.

Paipa sativa (Muisca)
The sierra Leone genetics came from a member here (thanks buddy). I will reproduce them. The sierra Leone or this phenotype is one of the most extreme narrow leaf tropical plant I've ever grown.

The only plant I've grown that was close was an old Thai variety I grew 8 years ago. That's my profile picture.

Kamora (X2B x Malawi) and the outcross Samora (Caribe x Kamora) are a celebration of fine Spanish genetics from ACE/Cannabiogen. I've been working on these tropical hybrids since 2018 and continue today.

Samora F1
I'm also excited about the new genetics directly from the big island of Hawaii. The grower came to Colombia last year and stayed for a few months. The plants are interesting hybrids that I'm reproducing here in the greenhouse. Very robust vigorous plants that seem to love their new Colombian home.

Good things are coming as I start to dig into some really interesting old school genetics.
I'm not sure when imported genetics came to Colombia but I believe it was as far back as the sixties. I can say that when I came to Bogota in 03 I didn't see any crippi. It would be 9 years later I started seeing the crippi. Still even now there's the old varieties here being grown but it's not commercially aplicable due to the flower time and low potency (by today's standers).
I don't believe it was/is just genetics that makes Colombian grown cannabis great, it's the high altitude tropical environment.


red rider

 

[zachrockbadenof]

Lot's of information there, first the floor board seed hunt would be a fruitless endeavor. But you know that.
Muisca is a name applied to the local Paipa sativa I discovered in 2022. No idea where the original genetics came from. But it's acclimated to the local environment and I like it. I don't know much about the Muisca people but I don't believe they had anything to do with cannabis.
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Paipa sativa (Muisca)
The sierra Leone genetics came from a member here (thanks buddy). I will reproduce them. The sierra Leone or this phenotype is one of the most extreme narrow leaf tropical plant I've ever grown.
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The only plant I've grown that was close was an old Thai variety I grew 8 years ago. That's my profile picture.
View attachment 18946263
Kamora (X2B x Malawi) and the outcross Samora (Caribe x Kamora) are a celebration of fine Spanish genetics from ACE/Cannabiogen. I've been working on these tropical hybrids since 2018 and continue today.
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Samora F1
I'm also excited about the new genetics directly from the big island of Hawaii. The grower came to Colombia last year and stayed for a few months. The plants are interesting hybrids that I'm reproducing here in the greenhouse. Very robust vigorous plants that seem to love their new Colombian home. View attachment 18946265
, it's the high altitude tropical environment.


red rider

closer to the sun....

 

[red rider]

Story time:
Octubre of 78 I was 16 and living with my parents near grapevine lake. My mom was working with this rich Texan guy opening a big steakhouse/ bar. The Grapevine steakhouse was the name and we lived right next to it. My cousin worked there as a server and I got a dishwasher job. We worked together at night and had a little group of workers we would party with after work. Dian was a server that was part of our group and for the most part I didn't pay much attention to her. Dian was a little heavier than the other girls in our group but not fat or unattractive. She was single 19 years old living in an apartment above her parents garage. Dian was the kind of person that smoked (a lot) but never had weed, she would go in on beer though. Near mid October my cousin and I were searching for weed as always. For some reason it was dry and our normal sources were “waiting” so we were looking. Out of the blue Dian says she knows someone is getting a shipment. So she makes a call and my cousin and I follow her to buy a couple lids. It was about an hour ride out to a little house near Westlake. Dian had an early seventies Camaro that looked like a bad ass but only had a six cylinder so we thought it was shit. We get to the place and she says wait and goes to the house. Old beat up farm house in the middle of nowhere, kinda scary. In a minute she yells out the door to come in and as we did she says it's $25 a lid and it was really good. Man I only had $10 for a lid the normal price and she says she'd split a lid with me. I was surprised but only interested in getting some weed. We follow her through the living room into the kitchen where a couple biker guys are sitting at the table. A big pile of newspapers rolled into tubes sitting on the table. One of the guys unrolls one of the tubes and it's long kinda thick buds. First time I heard the word Michoacán was when dude says it's “Michoacán '' spears from Mexico. The spears were about arms length with a greenish brown color 100% seeded. Before this I'd only seen weed in super compressed brick (other than seeing pictures in HT). They told us to go sit in the living room and they would make our lids up. I was dying to smoke so when I saw the biker dude hand me a joint I was happy. It had an uncommon minty sweet taste and wasn't very harsh. It was deceptively potent, because in a matter of minutes our mindset had completely changed. Laughing at everything I had forgotten where we were and why. Next thing I knew was Dian was telling me to ride with her to her place to split the lid we had bought together. It was a big lid and I was only thinking about spiting it and partying.
As we were driving to her place I started noticing that Dian was really finee. She was wearing skin tight jeans and a low cut shirt exposing more than I'd noticed before. We smoked and drank long neck Lone Stars as we drove to her apartment. We stopped to get some snacks and she asked if I'd like to drive and of course I did. I noticed she was leaning next to me. I got the feeling that she was interested in me. At her place we went upstairs to her little apartment where I immediately went to my place on her couch. Her apartment was one of the restaurant groups' party places we'd go to after work. Dian's parents were rarely home making it a perfect party place. Dian started cleaning the coffee table so we could split up the bag. Now I really noticed her as she bent over the coffee table right in front of me. Finally she sits down right next to me and hands me another joint. Suddenly without warning she kisses me. Within minutes we are going crazy kissing, dry humping on the couch. She straddles me and sits back pulling her shirt off reviling the most incredible tits, how did I not notice this before.
Then she jumps off me and pulls off her jeans. I was stunned, like a deer in headlights unable to move but still holding the unlit joint she had given me minutes before. She starts trying to pull my jeans down when we start to hear music getting closer (louder). It's Ted Nugent stranglehold and now it's right outside. Dian jumps off me and is dressed in an instant. I'm still paralyzed on the couch. We hadn't even been at her apartment for more than 10 minutes. Now the restaurant group was there ready to party. My cousin the ringleader bursts into the apartment carrying cases of beer. I didn't get my pants up before he looks at me and says, what the fucks going on? Is Dian giving me head? He looks at her and throws her over his shoulder looking back at me saying he'd have to test her out first. He takes her in the bedroom and closes the door. I know it sounds strange but my cousin was a big body building high school football athlete that had his way with any of the local girls he wanted. We'd seen him do this before but never with Dian. I was still in shock because it hadn't even been an hour since I started with her. Twenty minutes later my cousin comes out of the bedroom telling everyone how he tore her ass up. She came out looking like he did. I felt like shit but couldn't really say anything without drawing fire from him. Dian looked at me with this kinda oh well look and started drinking whiskey with the group ignoring me. I'd had enough and started to the door when she came over and said sorry and handed me the bag we were going to split. It was the whole lid and she said I could keep it all. Then a quick kiss before my cousin snatched her up for another rump. Even though I worked with Dian for a few more months we never connected again. After new months Dian went to another job and never saw her again but I still remember that big lid of Michoacán she left me with.
When I finally got home to really look at the bag I was impressed. I went to work cleaning it. I kept the big buds intact and pulled out the huge stems. Then I cleaned all the seeds from the shake, I did save some seeds but never grew them. By late seventy eight I had better contacts but this Michoacán was probably the best Mexican I'd ever had to date. The hit was really nice although not as strong as the Colombian it was incredibly good. I liked it much more than the Acapulco gold I have tried before. It was rare, I never saw it again but it was imprinted on my bra
in.

red rider

 

[ChemDogLover]

Story time:
Octubre of 78 I was 16 and living with my parents near grapevine lake. My mom was working with this rich Texan guy opening a big steakhouse/ bar. The Grapevine steakhouse was the name and we lived right next to it. My cousin worked there as a server and I got a dishwasher job. We worked together at night and had a little group of workers we would party with after work. Dian was a server that was part of our group and for the most part I didn't pay much attention to her. Dian was a little heavier than the other girls in our group but not fat or unattractive. She was single 19 years old living in an apartment above her parents garage. Dian was the kind of person that smoked (a lot) but never had weed, she would go in on beer though. Near mid October my cousin and I were searching for weed as always. For some reason it was dry and our normal sources were “waiting” so we were looking. Out of the blue Dian says she knows someone is getting a shipment. So she makes a call and my cousin and I follow her to buy a couple lids. It was about an hour ride out to a little house near Westlake. Dian had an early seventies Camaro that looked like a bad ass but only had a six cylinder so we thought it was shit. We get to the place and she says wait and goes to the house. Old beat up farm house in the middle of nowhere, kinda scary. In a minute she yells out the door to come in and as we did she says it's $25 a lid and it was really good. Man I only had $10 for a lid the normal price and she says she'd split a lid with me. I was surprised but only interested in getting some weed. We follow her through the living room into the kitchen where a couple biker guys are sitting at the table. A big pile of newspapers rolled into tubes sitting on the table. One of the guys unrolls one of the tubes and it's long kinda thick buds. First time I heard the word Michoacán was when dude says it's “Michoacán '' spears from Mexico. The spears were about arms length with a greenish brown color 100% seeded. Before this I'd only seen weed in super compressed brick (other than seeing pictures in HT). They told us to go sit in the living room and they would make our lids up. I was dying to smoke so when I saw the biker dude hand me a joint I was happy. It had an uncommon minty sweet taste and wasn't very harsh. It was deceptively potent, because in a matter of minutes our mindset had completely changed. Laughing at everything I had forgotten where we were and why. Next thing I knew was Dian was telling me to ride with her to her place to split the lid we had bought together. It was a big lid and I was only thinking about spiting it and partying.
As we were driving to her place I started noticing that Dian was really finee. She was wearing skin tight jeans and a low cut shirt exposing more than I'd noticed before. We smoked and drank long neck Lone Stars as we drove to her apartment. We stopped to get some snacks and she asked if I'd like to drive and of course I did. I noticed she was leaning next to me. I got the feeling that she was interested in me. At her place we went upstairs to her little apartment where I immediately went to my place on her couch. Her apartment was one of the restaurant groups' party places we'd go to after work. Dian's parents were rarely home making it a perfect party place. Dian started cleaning the coffee table so we could split up the bag. Now I really noticed her as she bent over the coffee table right in front of me. Finally she sits down right next to me and hands me another joint. Suddenly without warning she kisses me. Within minutes we are going crazy kissing, dry humping on the couch. She straddles me and sits back pulling her shirt off reviling the most incredible tits, how did I not notice this before.
Then she jumps off me and pulls off her jeans. I was stunned, like a deer in headlights unable to move but still holding the unlit joint she had given me minutes before. She starts trying to pull my jeans down when we start to hear music getting closer (louder). It's Ted Nugent stranglehold and now it's right outside. Dian jumps off me and is dressed in an instant. I'm still paralyzed on the couch. We hadn't even been at her apartment for more than 10 minutes. Now the restaurant group was there ready to party. My cousin the ringleader bursts into the apartment carrying cases of beer. I didn't get my pants up before he looks at me and says, what the fucks going on? Is Dian giving me head? He looks at her and throws her over his shoulder looking back at me saying he'd have to test her out first. He takes her in the bedroom and closes the door. I know it sounds strange but my cousin was a big body building high school football athlete that had his way with any of the local girls he wanted. We'd seen him do this before but never with Dian. I was still in shock because it hadn't even been an hour since I started with her. Twenty minutes later my cousin comes out of the bedroom telling everyone how he tore her ass up. She came out looking like he did. I felt like shit but couldn't really say anything without drawing fire from him. Dian looked at me with this kinda oh well look and started drinking whiskey with the group ignoring me. I'd had enough and started to the door when she came over and said sorry and handed me the bag we were going to split. It was the whole lid and she said I could keep it all. Then a quick kiss before my cousin snatched her up for another rump. Even though I worked with Dian for a few more months we never connected again. After new months Dian went to another job and never saw her again but I still remember that big lid of Michoacán she left me with.
When I finally got home to really look at the bag I was impressed. I went to work cleaning it. I kept the big buds intact and pulled out the huge stems. Then I cleaned all the seeds from the shake, I did save some seeds but never grew them. By late seventy eight I had better contacts but this Michoacán was probably the best Mexican I'd ever had to date. The hit was really nice although not as strong as the Colombian it was incredibly good. I liked it much more than the Acapulco gold I have tried before. It was rare, I never saw it again but it was imprinted on my bra
in.

red rider

Cool story, I lived in the grapevine/west lake/southlake area for 7-8 years. But it 20 years after you story