Hive My Soul: My first time getting caught with weed

I'm sixteen or seventeen years old working along side my uncle and another coworker, who's names I will not disclose, cleaning horse stables.

The ranch I was in is about 50 acres in a rectangle shape extending longways from the main street going back. White fence on the whole side of road. The driveway was right through the middle. About quarter way in is a large warehouse mainly used for parties and storage that was located just to right side.

Ahead is a small house built for those that worked there. Beyond that after about 200 meters is a chicken coop that really needed some grooming inside. Vines and tall grass covered the inside of the chicken coop's "indoor rec area". And being how it was all sorrounded by a 4 foot metal mesh, in my attempts to peak in, there was hardly any room to get in. The coop itself, built of entirely out of wood (Ok not entirely, metal nails were involved and staples) and devided into two sections. One for the hens being the forefront from the entrance, and one for the rooster and the bride.

Inside this wooden jail house was tall enough to for my 180cm chubby self to fit in and walk around comfortable. I could extend my hands and not touch the walls unless I took two steps in either direction.

Outside this coop, still facing forward (back towards the road), just to the left was a small lake. Yes there was fishes. Small game fish nothing too big. Beats me what they were called so don't ask. (I wouldn't eat fish from a lake. Rivers are where its at.)

If we come back to that small house meant for the slave worker if we turn then to the left, we will find the masters house. They being husband and wife past the age 60.

I dont have much to say about these characters. I hope they are doing well and are living their lives peacefuly. Their history I know not of. They were nice to me and they were firm with their desicions. Working for them I have learned many a craft. Albeit I mastered not many for lack of time on the feild, my soul went towards a path of getting to do something new everytime. I understood the importance of work, but I also understood the portion that just wants to live life my way. (Lol, the young fool thinks he can live life his way.)

Back in front of the wage slaves house (then again no one really forced them to be there) the drive in still extends forward. And then turns right. Here then lies a two story garage with a house built inside also one floor"s" tall. Beyond that the primary stable holding entrance. At this entrance you will find me at the aproximent age before mentioned. Working with things a stable boy must work with. (Take your pick. I cant remember what I was doing last. Anyways...)

As you see, this here boy is interested in the thing the other gentleman wss puffing at. A joint. Cannabis. Aka the cia term for cannabis, Marijuana. Motita wey.

Like the one im chocking on now as I write this out.