“I’ll tell you, they mix the tobacco with pot and call them blunts. Blunts the smell of the pot.
You will recall that St. Trayvon was out getting the ingredients for Drank or whatever they call it.”
Traytable had a friend buy cigars for him at that same time.
It happens in small town Amercia as well. I lived in a town that had women's federal priosn. The amish follow their mom's from prison to prison and infect the local kids who want to be "cool" and live the thug life. All day long the hoodrats coming in buying one cigar at a time. Idiots. Told the Barney's they didn't act. Now they have a major meth problem.
We moved away.