For anyone that wants context about the whippet can man, here's the story.
It 2019 first time I was in Humboldt county, and there was a day where I was trying to hitch a ride in a small town. I was standing on the side of the road wearing a raggedy think black couch sheet I transformed into a trashy robe (and I do mean trashy lol), with a macrame style head wrap that had a massive labradorite pendant I also made myself.
Well, after a few hours this white truck pulled over and the side door flug open white a man in shades saying "todays your lucky day mother fucker!", I replied "Oh yeah?", to which he said "Yeah! Your gonna load my whippet can for me while we drive down the road!". Anyone with genuine survival skills probably would have said no, but for some reason I decided to take the ride (don't judge me).
So I get it and this guy had boxes of whippets stacked from the floor to the window of the back of his truck me thinking 'what thr fuck?', but I did have enough survival skills not to judge. Again and again, I loaded and he inhaled the whippet can, it was truly his oxygen. As we are going down the road, he begins telling me about how I need to be careful out there, that people go missing all the time because farmers don't like paying people to work on their crops. "Well that's kind of fucked up." I would say, then he told me something even more fucked up, "check it out, you can order a box of Asian women. About 100 come in a box, but only around 50 survive. "Umm.. okay.." I replied, feeling extremely uncomfortable while continuing to fill the whippet mans oxygen tank, he continued "yeah, so you take them to your farm, have them trim your weed, then when it's all done, you put a couple bones in them and bury them in the woods." "That's super fucked up man." I said, still loading the endless whippet cans, he finished with "yep, welcome to Humboldt county bitch!"
I'm thankful I made it out of that truck.
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