Fog Hog…
The last communique from Agent Green. Last spotted on the nightbound train to Santa Cruz:
“The night patrols have intensified. Somewhere in Santa Cruz lies a grow operation known for their boutique strains and vertical racking system. My mission is to find and eradicate it, though they won’t tell me why. Through our contacts in the cannabis subculture we learn that a company called Fog City Farms is producing premium mind altering buds. A means of escape? How can this be? The New World Order tells us there is no escape, yet we continue to receive reports of free people throughout the California territory.
“These people smoke strains like Fun Dip and Candyland and they eschew the grind for a higher plane of thought. The committee tells me this is a threat to world domination and I must head West to put a stop to this. These are my orders, but the reality on the ground is a hopeful one. It’s not at all how the committee described. Upon arriving in this magical place I can make out the most beautiful and enchanting sort of green appearing through the fog. I learn quickly that it’s not fog at all, but the alluring smoke from the people’s bong. A call to peace.
“This is the promised land and I vow not to do the committee’s bidding any longer.
“ – Sincerely Yours, Agent Green.”
