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I kept making those drives to the country boys through the Kentucky backroads—trip after trip—until August hit, and the quality began to drop. That’s the nature of outdoor. Outdoor, my favorite bud. Nothing like an organic outdoor grow. Mother Nature at her best, but at this time the harvest was coming to a close. Even the best plugs run dry eventually. The flower starts to feel …

The drive had become second nature. Country roads. Cell service dropping off. White knuckles on the steering wheel. A silence between songs that hung in the car like fog. Just me, my thoughts, and the low hum of tires eating miles on the backroads of Kentucky. I was a regular by this point. Like a milkman or the trash guy—always showing up at the same place, same time, without question. Exce …

Driving back home to Louisville with five pounds in the trunk and Mark riding shotgun, my nerves were dialed in. Locked and loaded. My eyes kept dancing between the yellow lines and the rearview mirror. Every set of headlights in the distance felt like it might be a cruiser. Every car creeping up behind us made my breath hitch in my throat. The road stretched out ahead of us like a dare. We were o …

Entering that bunker, walking down those stairs… man.Looking back now—it was fucking crazy. Spoiler alert: this won’t be the last time I do some crazy-ass shit. The steps were steep and short, cut into a slant that dropped into near-total darkness. The air shifted—cooler, heavier, soaked in the scent of old wood, mothballs, and whatever lives in forgotten basements. You kn …