Literally the exact same day that I ran a post on Daz revolutionizing hip-hop journalism from the comfort of his own front yard, 5-0 ran up in his crib and found an amount of weed that must be worth as much as the new-ish (gently pre-owned) Camaro out front, if not the house itself.
Obviously, they don't want you to know the truth about Kanye, Suge Knight, the benefits of owning your own home and what have you, and my fear is that they might be reading my blog.
I figured it might be an issue when I saw Daz smoking a blunt in his front yard, as if he were in California, where weed is legal. (Even there, I'm not sure if you're allowed to smoke it outdoors, especially if you're black.) He seemed like he may have been in the same part of Georgia where Deliverance was filmed, and come to find out, that may very well have been the case. I'm not sure where Sandy Spring is, but I know those guys were from Atlanta.
Daz had more weed than any one guy—or even a group of friends—would need for the weekend, and he had a lot of different kinds of weed, including some things I didn't even know existed, but it was probably his own stash. Daz is at that age where people start buying large quantities of thing rather than making more frequent trips to the store (but they still go to the store every day because they don't have shit else to do).