Inkster Mi. and had a couple of plants behind my garage. They got really big, over 7 feet. I was kind of counting down the days until harvest and I noticed in the next yard a round patch of ground where an above ground poll had been a nice patch of plants. I kept thinking about jumping the fence and grabbing a bud or two, just to check em out.
So, one night after work, about 2:00 AM, I got home and snuck back there for the big heist and saw they were all gone. Then I turned around and mine were gone also. Dang Karma got me.

Then 20 years later I was at a friends house and got to talking about growing a few plants. Turns out his girl friend lived in that house. Then the big surprise. She said the cops came that day and picked theirs and mine. All those years I thought it was a low down plant pot smoker had grabbed em all.

I'm sure that the police took a crime report to make it all seem on the up and up. I bet they never find the weed though.

But, I never even got that.

Inkster cops were not the best back then. Glad to have them take the plants and not me.

Back then, my life seemed like a Cheech and Chong movie.

The cops told him not to grow in the back yard, and he agreed not to call them if it happened again. 😄