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The Guy From Victoria Who Sold the Pot
By Josh Byer

He starts talking, more and more. He goes:

Throw up a three-beam. Three point maximum. In British Columbia, there's money and then there's weed, it's the same fucking thing. Keep it on the low-low, hump the corner and push nickel bags, don't get cocky.

"Y'know what's really great? This deck and those hamburgers you just made on the barbeque," I go.

True.

Basically, you're not in this to get rich. It's your beer money. You want to think long term - slow, long, steady. You find disposable income, that's the beauty. It's untaxable.

The only thing I'd be sketched about, is that you've got your friends, and then you've got your hook-up friends. The marks who hang out with you for ten minutes, or ten hours, and hit you for free treats. Money is the fundamental resource, and if it's on the friendship tip, watch the pennies.

"What kind of hamburgers where those, anyway?" I go.

I don't think you're hearing me. There's the manufacturing end, right? Then there's the business end, then the financial. Your finances are the foundation, and if you're cranking out a few k every month, tread lightly.

Why do I talk about my labour? It's about money. How much is this worth? How much am I earning talking to you right now? Whether you're hammering nails on contract labour, I like it if you're doing it, but I'm all about the money - suck dick for crack, or be a beautiful movie starlet (I only man-whore on the weekends), all the bottom lines are the same. Cash. Get it.

"There's something to be said for enjoying life," I begin. "Like those hamburgers."

I'm just doing something creative that makes something beautiful. If I had nothing to do, then kill me. Keeping yourself busy - that's what work is all about - something funky, do it up. Get out there. Get paid. Mad respect. Big ups. Big ups.

"TELL ME WHERE YOU BOUGHT THE FUCKING HAMBURGERS ALREADY."

Fuck this shit. Party next Saturday, anyway. It's going to be brilliant. Oh, and I got the hamburgers at Costco, FYI.

Josh Byer is thinking about a career as a ministerial assistant.



 

 

 

 


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