The Story of a Tree

Here is a good one of those “How the Sausage Gets Made” stories about Christmas trees. Where I grew up, the hot stoners got to (had to?) go live in 5th wheel trailers with other hot stoners on a Christmas tree farm during the summer. They’d return each school year with money, scars, beards, stories about how drunk and stoned they were all day, stories about what tapes they listened to while they walked around in the hot sun pruning the trees into the perfect shape for us, stories of never ending fights with sap, and deep, deep tans. Their tans were so deep. What I wouldn’t have done for one night in those trailers.