Something that happened to me a couple of days back,but some background first.
When I was in HS I used to plant weed all over my neighborhood and leave to just grow. It was on the edge of town so there were a lot of vacant lots and fields. Some of it would get nabbed by the cops,some of it would be grabbed,mainly by me,and some of it would make it through the season. I was kind of obsessed with it and for a good 4 years I planted weed regularly with idea of it going wild,which it did,but not like I wanted. After HS I left town,but could normally find a bush or two of buds in the usual spots when I came home in the fall. After a few years,work and life caught up to me and I quit smoking weed. I forgot about my great experiment.
A few days ago I'm talking to this kid in a store. I saw the plates on his car walking in and noticed he was from the same state I originally was. I asked him where he was from and he was from the same town that I went to HS in. I knew some of his family,he knew some of mine,and we both had lived in the same end of town.
He'd spotted the rolling papers I was picking up,and when we got outside he mentions the old neighborhood and says ,"Did you ever smoke that weed that grows wild up around ******? It f'in' sizzles." All I could do was beam proudly and say,"Who do you think planted that stuff?"
I don't want to say how long I've been out of HS,but Nixon was in office. It's nice to know my little experiment continued without me.
I guess the moral of this tale is how the actions of one strange teenaged stoner can keep a small town blazed for two generations?
Plant your bag seeds wherever they've got a good shot of going wild,and have fun kiddies.