As promised, heres what went down today, meeting with my new friend, “Bob”, however, I now have permission to use his name and share his story and a bit of mine. First off, a quick recap on my story, which bad as it was pales in comparison to my friend, Will Foster.
In the summer of 1980, right out of high school graduation, I had a summer in Tulsa to enjoy in my 1972 Camaro before heading off to college, which was already booked, classes and all.
I got my tender 18 year old world rocked, and it cost me dearly. It was me, my girlfriend, her girlfriend and boyriend, all three 17. The 17 year old guy in backseat had some marijuanna. I didn’t. He sold some in my car while I was off chatting. The guy and his fat girlfriend smoked a joint in my car, bought some and left. No big deal, right?
10 or 15 minutes later we left, headed towards Brookside from Woodward Park, and BAM! Cops from all sides, guns drawn and my world was forever changed. I’m 61 now, and maybe someday I’ll share my entire story, but for now, this isn’t about me, with the exception of why I was hell bent on growing commercial medical marijuana in Oklahoma. When it went legal, I knew I had to be there. So did Will, and for the exact same reasons.
Anyway, moving forward to today, and why I chose to share this story. Many might not realize a lot of us have been self medicating long before it was popular, much less legal. Will is one such person. So am I.
Before I get into Will’s story, I have to first say “Thank you for serving, Will Foster! Your country and folks like me thank you, and appreciate the sacrifice you made”
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Will’s world got rocked for growing cannabis and for self medicating probably the worst form of degenerative arthritis known. That was in the 90’s. I’ve seen his hands today, and if cannabis helps relieve the obvious pain, I’m not one to stand in judgement, however, the City of Tulsa was. And they rocked his world. What separated Will from the pack? He refused to fold and instead, chose to fight a battle on a stacked deck, and he knew it.
Will was convicted and sentenced to serve 98 years, in spite of his friend and our very own cannabis guru, Ed Rosenthal himself showing up at the trial. Ed Rosenthal and his wife took Will’s daughter Anna in, allowing her to finish high school while Will was serving time. So Ed was even more of a hero than most of us knew him to already be. Wow.
Moving on, anyone who been around cannabis and Oklahoma long has already heard the name “Norma Sapp”. If not, you should. Without her we’d have probably never seen 788 in Oklahoma, much less the reform we are beginning to see. She took up Will’s cause in the 90’s, and never missed a court date Will had. She too is a hero, and in my book, Will Foster is one as well. He’s one of my hero’s, no doubt.
Even after what Oklahoma did to him, more than once, his daughter and son in law talked him into returning to Tulsa from California where he had been growing legally for years, and continue doing what his passion led him to do-grow marijuana and provide the best medicine he can, in Oklahoma and do it legally.
Here’s the link to the story:
SOONER JUSTICE - The Will Foster Story: From a 93-year Prison Sentence to Growing Norma’s Dream - Ounce Magazine
Hope you enjoyed the story, and next up is revealing the 6 new genetics we acquired from Will and his company, Herblix! Thanks Will!