It was 1:20, me and my friend Mike had just walked in from the smoking section after smoking a 4 pape of chronic shit. We went into the careteria got mad munchies and sat at the table debating on if we should skip our two last class's. We had just been booked a week ago for skipping and were warned if we did we would get suspended, but my fried out brain decided that it would be better to go to my house and roll the next splif. So we did. We walked around the block puffing on our joint when we passed a house were i knew for shure i saw plants growing. I thought nothing about it, then remebered we were dry so why not double check. We walked up to the window to peek in and there was at least 40 plants sitting there. I almost shit my pants. We walked around the whole house checking to see if anyone was inside. We figured going through the back door was the best plan so as we aproached the back door out came an old man eyes chunse, and smelling like the sweet ganja. He asked us what the fuck we were doing in his back yard. We went silent for 5 secounds then Isaid we couldn't hep but notice your plants. The old man smiled and said come on in. I looked at mike gave him the look then walked in. When we walked inside there was a ounce on the table he said you wana roll a cannon. Without a doubt i rolled a nice 4 paper and we passed it around. As we were lieving the old man said Happy 4:20. We smiled and walked out the door and from that day on I maid plenty more trips to the old man's house.