Carry Your Weight

One day while hanging out somewhere that cannabis is legal, I pulled out a $20, and started to roll. This was a little trick I learned when I was 14. They commented on it.

“I tried that, but I couldn’t do it. Maybe I should have used a $20!” #Afroredneck said.

“Nah, man. It’s all just paper. Have you ever seen silver, gold, platinum, or palladium ounces?”


“No? Shit. I got to teach you guys something!”

You see, I have four 1 ounce silver coins that say “Republic of Texas” on the front, with Texas and a Lone Star, and the Alamo on the back.

True story, I had just heard about precious metals 6 months ago. My dad’s boss, Jesse, introduced me. I went by his Trust one afternoon while visiting my parents in Liberty County, Texas. His name is Jesse, and he has been like a third grandfather to me. He has taught me alot about business and management, sometimes just by getting to hear my Dad’s stories.

Anyways, I go into the bank, notice all the displays. I walk up to the one in front of the door. I look through the case, and within about 10 seconds, I spot some silver ounces that have “The Republic of Texas” on the front.

“Hey Jesse. What can you tell me about these Republic of Texas coins?”

“Let’s take a look at them.”

Jesse unlocks the case and grabs the coin. He looks at the back, and hands it to me.

At this point, it would be important to mention that I am mostly European decent, but I have some Native American in me. Jesse is Native. He came here from Mexico, became a citizen in the US, and went into business.

I turn the coin over, and on the back is the Alamo. This is where we lost 180 or so soldiers to tens of thousands of Natives in the war between Texas and Mexico in the 1800s. I wasn’t sure what to do. I really, really, really wanted the coin, but I was wondering if Jesse was the right guy to buy it from.

“Jesse, did you notice the Alamo on the back?”


“What do you think about that?”

“I think it’s silver, son. What you think?”

“It’s silver.”

I bought all the Texas one’s they had, and then I purchased some more inventory from the back. I left with a considerable amount of silver, and I was hooked.

I have been dealing with ounces since I was 14. At first, it was just quarters and halves, but I eventually graduated to full ounces by the time I was 16…because I had a “real” job working at a movie theater. It was alot of fun! I ended up developing a reputation around the time I was 17. I could pick up a sack of cannabis and know if they had shorted me, or if it was “fat”, “a hookup.” I still use this vernacular at dispensaries. Most of the budtenders seem to appreciate it.

I am excited to see what the future holds with agriculture and medicine. As far as cannabis goes, I look forward to the day when we are working with pallets, trucks, planes, and ships. Wagen, over and out!