Triple Bolt Gazette

When I was in High School there was an administrator who, well, lets just say did not appreciate my stoner lifestyle and choice of occupation (wink wink).

They always were looking for ways to bust me or get me in trouble when I wasn’t doing that myself.

I was in their office at least once a week. My dad’s work phone was number 8 on their speed dial. We were very familiar with eachother and not in a good way.

One of thier favorite hobbies was gardening. They LOVED plants. They were all over their office. They even had a mini green house and a few special lights for their plants.

I often asked how they can be so into plants but have such a hatretd of the cannabis plant and its bounty. For three years I never got an aswer. Just a blank, angry stare as their response.

One of my favorite things to do was sneak seeds from my brick into their planters every chance I could. I was able to get about 20 or so to sprout 🌱 and break through through the soil. They would soon realize what it was and pull it and throw it out. Usually followed up by bringing me back to the office to yell at me for doing it. They never proved it was me, but, well, it wasn’t hard to figure out who did it.

On graduation day, I received my diploma and did the handshake with the admin team as we made our way back to our seets. The administrator in question was the last person in the line. When I got to them they shook my hand and pulled me in close. “Hey Aufdenberg…I don’t have a problem with weed. I just don’t like you”. They said it with a smile and I couldn’t help but smile back.

Flash forward a handful of years to a college house party. By then I haf moved up to better flower as one does. I light up a beautiful cone of beautiful flower and I hear one of the guys in the circle say “Wait, aren’t you Brian Aufdenberg?”
“Mayyyybe. Who are you?”
“I am XXXXXX son. My dad hated you” he said.
“Well, it was a mutual feeling. Sorry kid” I let him know.
“The crazy thing is my dad started growing weed at home because of you. He would take the seedlings you put in his planters and bring them home and replant them” He boasted.
“You are shitting me right now…” Was all I could utter.
“I am not. I have some right here!” He said with glee.

We smoked it. It was still mids at best. I have never seen him or his dad since that night.

Light up to lighten up.