We are the weed women
Back when we were all in school together, my crew and I called ourselves the weed women, then no, the name of our neighborhood is not weed women, that was an inside joke based on how all of us made extra dough.
I had a pretty rough childhood, going through a series of foster homes and group homes after leaving the orphanage; These gals were very the closest thing to a family I ever had! Every one of us had access to a lush field of wild cannabis plants, which is where all of us got the name weed women – because it was a weed field with women in it, get it? I took the lead on turning the wild-growing cannabis plants into a steady form of resite, one that the crew all shared equally.
I put in most of the work by really selling the cannabis and collecting the currency, but all the people got an equal share because that’s how important my friends were to me. It wasn’t about getting fast cash, and it wasn’t about being big-short marijuana dealers, it was just about bad women getting some extra currency to spend on themselves. The Weed Women always wore nice clothes and flashy shoes, but mostly all of us just hung out together smoking cannabis and telling jokes. It has been twenty years since those mornings, and I am still a big fan of smoking cannabis. I don’t have to hustle for marijuana any more, nor do I have to hike through the woods to option my own, because the local dispensary takes care of all my needs. Not a afternoon goes by when I don’t think back to smoking cannabis with the Weed Women.