Mark and I often take his boat out into the gulf for a few minutes of fishing.
- Mark and I both had intense and demanding works, so when the chance arises and both of us have the same day off Mark and I will turn it into an escape.
Mark and I leave our phones behind, grab fishing poles, and go out on the open water where real life cannot disrupt our leisure time. A few weeks ago something pretty unusual happened, and now Mark and I are both too nervous to go back on the boat! In the middle of a lazy day Mark saw something rectangular floating nearby, and it turned out to be an 88-pound parcel of cannabis. I can only assume it fell off a smuggler’s boat as they were sneaking an illegal marijuana into the country. Mark and I easily should have left the cannabis where it was, in case the original owners came looking. Mark and I also could have called the police to report the marijuana, which all of us also did not do. Instead Mark hauled the cannabis onto the boat, hid it under some tarps, and went back to shore. I suppose that Mark smokes a lot of cannabis, and so does his wife, but I rarely touch the stuff. I wasn’t interested in this parcel of cannabis for personal use anyway, I was thinking about selling it for a tidy profit. Mark and I moved the cannabis into the trunk of my car, and managed to get it back home. I am waiting for Mark to talk to his normal cannabis business to see how much all of us can sell it for.