1 The door

It all started with a wrong turn,then my car broke down in an abandoned dirt road,as I was trying to fix it,

I looked to the left and saw an ancient looking door in the middle of no where,turned on the flash light on

my cellphone and ran down hill to check it out,and it seemed like it had hirogliphics written on it in an

ancient language,I took a selfie with the door then I tripped and fell through it,and as I got up

I found myself surrouned with weed and behind me the same door without the same side on the other end of it,I went back

through the door then I found myself back where I was and could see the car again up hill,went right back trhough the door

grabbed some chronic and came back,threw it in my trunk,opened the hood and fixed my engine.drove back found the turn

got back on the road,on my way home I made sure I memorised it all up so I can come back later,I got home dried some

of the weed in the oven,then grabbed a pipe and started smoking,it was the shit, strong as hell.

I woke up in the morning found an email from work,it said Im fired,first thing that came to my mind is to go back

to where the weed is grab a shit load then start selling it,then I had second thoughts about it,at that time

I had no clue that I traveled back and forward through meleniums of time,anyways grabbed the pipe started smoking

again,I had enough weed for a month so I thought I'd throw a party and get some help smoking it,sent emails and

facebook messages to everyone I know,an hour later the party started at noon,and friends started showing up,everybody

loved the weed,my friend mike brought some vodka bottles,sarah brought two whiskey bottles,I had at least ten

beers in my house and some moonshine.

It wasn't a big party twenty people or so showed up,dried more weed in the oven, we got high and drunk listened to some

music and everybody started leaving around ten pm by midnight I was alone again,and almost half the weed was gone,I

rolled one last joint then went to bed.

I woke up in the morning,and went to the coffeyshop around the corner,ordered a coke for the hangover less then a

minute later this dude asked me if I know a drug dealer,he needed ten grams of weed,I told him ''it's your lucky day I

got weed give me ten minutes'',got home grabbed like twenty grams without measuring it,dried it in the oven

went back,told him here is 20 for the price of ten,but you gotta pay thirty dollars per gram,it's strong shit,he said

''no problem'',paid me,gave him the weed ,got the three hundred bucks,told him that I'm Adam and gave him my phone number

to give around to his friends...

Went back home started drying the weed,only had ten bags that could have an ounce in them and like two

killograms of weed,so I ran out to the department store bought enough bags and tiny dime bags too,now Im bagging the

shit after it dried,before I was done the phone was ringing,second client already saying his friend gave him the number

he wanted twenty grams,this time I had it all measured right,made six hundred bucks that's 900 in total,not bad for the

first day,a couple of days later I got ten clients already, by the end of the week it was the easiest three thousand USD

I ever made.