I past on sativa seeds to the haze brothers now prove i did not do this you cant can you and this is why all this is such a crock of shit.
One sunny after noon i was riding my bike heading down the beach to go fishing pulled up set my rods out and started to smoke a joint when i hear this voice an American voice say ha man what are you smoking i sed some good sativa you want some yes replies was yes.
We sat down shared the joint and he told me of this far away place called California and how he had come over with a few friends to surf ow waves and party explore this land.
Not long after we smoked this joint this American was off his tree first sign of this was the classic lips sticking to his teeth i sed ha need a drink he nodes and i past him the esky were i had drinks and supplies.
He stat quiet for a while as we looked out to sea and watching my rods nothing was biting so i just perved on the wemen that walked past us and took in the vue great afternoon.
Finally this American guy says what was that shit i sed just good old Aussie sativas mate why ? He sed it has blown my mind i need to get hold of some of the seeds to take back to cali with me the high is like a dream a hazey experience that i need to take home grow and shear it with my friends thort yea no probs mate heres take the bag smoke the rest and use the seed thats in the bag.
Hours later just after dark i sed i think i will go nothing biting see you around mate the Americana sed thanks man i sed for what ? For the amazing smoke and sed i turned sed no problem mate lots of that and better here injoy waved as i rode off and never saw him agine.
Thats the real story behind HAZE PROVE its not you cant can you lol.
Make sure you spell my name correctly big when you write your article and the rest of you make sure you tell that American surfer if you ever work out who he i want royalty's lol.
Hempy,
Dude, that was me!!! I’m the American surfer dude that you smoked out and gifted with seeds. That smoke was so unforgettable that I remember our encounter like it was yesterday.
You sure were pervin’ on the women alright. When that gorgeous blonde slapped you for what she called “excessive drooling” I laughed so hard I thought I was going to suffocate. Remember that?
Anyway, I am here to verify the accuracy of your account, as well as share THE REST OF THE STORY:
When I returned to my home in Santa Cruz, California I found that the neighborhood had changed while I was off touring the world doing my hippie trail/surfing safari thing. Old Mrs. Hayes across the street had passed away, and there were a couple of guys living in her house.
These guys were brothers with an unusual backstory. They moved in after inheriting the place from their aunt Helen. There were rumors in the neighborhood that the old gal was politically connected, but no one really knew for sure how or to whom, etc. It turns out that these guys were the direct descendants (great-grandsons) of Rutherford B. Hayes, the nineteenth president of the United States of America (who allowed his teetotaling wife to ban alcohol from the White House during his term in office, FWIW).
The older brother was even named Rutherford B. Hayes IV, but preferred to go by his nickname, “Woody.” Isaac was his younger brother. These guys were indeed blood kin, but upon first meeting them you would have never guessed they were brothers. The difference was like night and day. And I’m not just talking about their appearance, but their personalities as well. Isaac Hayes was liked by everyone that met him; the guy was as cool as snowfall on Christmas Eve. Conversely, Woody Hayes was abrasive and even prone to throwing punches around when he was “off his meds.”
Anyway, old Mrs. Hayes had a greenhouse in her backyard where she grew orchids. At my suggestion the Hayes brothers converted it to grow other things. I had stuff going on in my life at the time and I knew that I wouldn’t likely be planting the seeds that I received from Hempy any time soon, so I passed them on to the Hayes brothers. I ended up moving to a commune in southern Oregon, but heard through the grapevine that they did manage to open-pollinate a crop from those seeds.
As for whether or not they ever referred to themselves as the Hayes brothers, I do know for a fact that Isaac Hayes considered himself to be a Brother, but I don’t think that Woody Hayes ever did.
I can attest that the above statements are TRUE FACTS; from here on out, however, things get a little hazy and I can only pass on what the legal folks refer to as “hearsay.” Isaac Hayes moved to LA to try and break into the music business, but I heard that he ended up getting the shaft. I don’t know the details but it seems a shame, because he was such a nice guy. Woody moved to the Midwest and got a job at a major University, but his anger management issues got him into some kind of trouble that he was never able to live down. Karma, baby.
So how did those seeds find their way to Holland? Well, I can’t say for sure, but there was this guy that lived next door to the Hayes brothers that everyone called “Dave the Tuna.” He got the nickname because there was always something fishy about the guy. Not the most trustworthy person you ever met, that’s for sure. Word out on the street was that the Hayes brothers gifted Dave those seeds on the condition that he freely share the genetics with anyone and everyone that wanted them. Dave the Tuna promptly disappeared, and I heard that he later turned up in Amsterdam selling genetics that he claimed were developed in the good ole U. S. of A.
Hempy: As for your royalties, you’re going to have track down Dave before you can begin to collect anything. Sorry.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.