Dale was doin okay workin back at the Irving in Chipman. How he ever got his job back is a wonder. How he kept it as long as he did was even more so. But, since he was just pokin fun at Daisy an she was serious, along came Darren at 12 pounds three ounces so he hung in fer as long as he could. A tad that big sucks up some serious soup. He had ta make some coin but ya just can't offer boo at the pumps right? If ya don't have millions of dollars ta get a grow licence and get certification fer yer medical pot then ya can't be a farmer or a vendor. The judge was sympathetic but the law is strict when it comes to medical pot and, well, the law is the law… only rich people can make good coin growin pot and not end up in jail. Ask Crime Minister Harper. He'll tell ya. So, Daisy is raisin another one on her own while Dale does a third… if he behaves… until Harper gets his "minimum" bullshit law passed.