Got a chance to hang with everyone's favorite carcinogen recently. Thankfully I didn't have to hang it myself, it'd already been hung but it decided to hang around long enough I just had to shoot it.
Every fall innocent bakker is massacred with machetes, spiked on a stick, and then lynched hung in barns such as this.
There the revenge curing process begins. Before cannabis, bakker used to be Kentucky's main cash crop, we still manage to produce most of the country's burley tobacco.
Burley's air cured, which is why the barn has all those openings. In another month or two it'll come down and get stripped. That's not as fun as it sounds, just taking the leaves off the stalk and sorting the good ones from the suckers.
Made the acquaintance of Saint Nicotine doing that as a kid. From here it's all in the bakker gods' hands, but have faith, Philip Morris loves all the little carcinogens. Still waiting for the Marlboro Man to remind me to smoke responsibly.
Did y'all know bakker is an all natural alternative to vaping and e-cigs? Why inhale some mystery chemical soup when you could be inhaling all natural combustion products? It's even its own incense, a portable version of being outside during wildfire season.
Smoke'em if you got'em y'all, bakker died for you!