Brah, all I do is throw pot seeds out the damn window, wait for the neighbors’ chickens to saunter over and crap all over them, and before you know it I’ve got 8 foot Mary Jane trees spread across the bloody garden. Doesn’t cost me a cent. I’m still using seeds from the same original plant from the old school weed I bought in a nickel bag back in 1972 down on Canal Street. Finest Colombian FARC brick weed you’ll ever find. It’s an OG strain, loaded with twigs and seeds, and never crossbred. Pure, authentic genetics. Gets you high for about half a second, but hey, you can’t put a price on tradition.