Written by OG Strain for The Plug’s Pages Magazine

There are stories from Hamilton Hill… and then there are stories from Hamilton Hill.
If you’re from Schenectady, you know the difference immediately.

This one sits squarely in the “I can’t believe we survived that” category.

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Chasing Five-Dollar Bags on “The Hill”

Me and my boy Geoff were maybe sixteen — two suburban kids from North Glenville/Burnt Hills who had no business driving around Hamilton Hill at night chasing five-dollar bags of weed. We weren’t gangsters. We didn’t carry illegal pistols. We were hunters — rifles and shotguns, sure — but not street life. Not this.

But that night… that world pulled us right in.

We’re sitting at a light on Lincoln Street when two dudes start arguing outside a house. One flashes a tiny pistol. The other laughs:

“Pull that lil’ peashooter out — what you gonna do with that thing?”

Before we even react, the one with the gun walks straight to our van, opens the door, gets in, and says:

“Drive.”

So we did.

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“Yo, pull up — that’s my boy.”

We roll around the corner and another dude jumps in. No hesitation, no explanation.

Just:
“We need you to drive us to Albany.”

We didn’t know if they were asking or telling. The gun made that clear.

Now picture this:
Two white middle-class sixteen-year-olds with awkward teen mustaches suddenly chauffeuring two armed strangers through Hamilton Hill in a minivan. Fear hit us harder than anything we’d smoked in our lives.

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“Y’all cops?”

Dealers always ask customers if they’re cops when they meet someone new — that’s just how the street works. Tonight it hit different because the question came from someone holding a pistol pointed loosely in our direction.

They checked a little bag between the seats.

My buddy Geoff — comedian under pressure — blurts out:

“Oh that bag? That’s all our cop stuff.”

Horrible timing.
Legendary delivery.

The guy snatched the bag and tore through it. Empty. He relaxed — just slightly — but still didn’t fully believe us.

Then he said:

“We gonna find out if y’all cops.”

And without thinking, I stupidly nodded yes.

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The Test

He cracks open a blunt wrap and starts breaking down weed. I think, Cool. I’ll smoke a blunt to prove I’m not a cop.

Then he says the words that froze my spine:

“We ’bout to smoke a laced blunt. You ever smoke dust? You ever smoke that angel?”

Whatever he sprinkled in, it wasn’t weed.
Crack, angel dust, something chemical — the smell was unmistakable. They sparked it and passed it.

I hit it. Immediately felt that cold, cocaine-burning taste. My whole body went loose and wavy. Geoff stayed locked in survival mode. I drifted into some bizarre half-calm while the gun never left our general direction.

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Albany — The Aimless Mission

Hours later, yes — we actually were in Albany.
Not for a drop-off. Not for a plan.
Just circling blocks with no destination, drinking 40s, smoking laced blunts, and living inside a nightmare wearing a party mask.

That’s when they spotted the girl walking.

“Yo yo yo! That’s my girl! That’s my mama! Jump in!”

She gets in the van, looks around, sees me and Geoff in the front, and immediately freaks:

“You want me to do that with TWO WHITE KIDS sitting right there? Are you crazy?!”

One of the dudes snaps back:

“These are my n**s! They been rollin’ with us all night!”

Then he opens his palm — full of what looked like crack — and tells her she just lost out.

She went wide-eyed.
Then he literally kicked her out the van, foot to her backside, and slammed the door.

Gun comes back up.
“Drive.”

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“Watch these dudes. Don’t let ’em leave.”

Every time they ran into a corner store for more 40s and blunts, one stayed behind… with the gun.

That told us everything:
We weren’t their friends.
We weren’t their crew.
We were hostages that could drive.

And through all of this, the thing me and Geoff feared most wasn’t them —
It was getting pulled over.

We were terrified of being caught with felony narcotics, illegal guns, and two strangers telling the cops we were with them.

That fear alone kept us glued to our seats.

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The Drop-Off

Near dawn, they went into a store again. This was our moment. We could’ve driven off. We could’ve escaped.

But for some dumb, teenage, “don’t make it worse” instinct…
we waited.

They came out shocked.

“Yo… y’all cool. Most people woulda dipped.”

And just like that, it was over.

They had us drop them around the block, got out, and disappeared into the early morning air.

I exhaled for the first time all night.
Geoff sat silent — traumatized.

We looked back and saw all the tobacco they dumped out rolling those blunts, so we went straight to the 24-hour car wash and vacuumed that van like our lives depended on it.

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Another Night on The Hill

Two dumb kids from suburbia chasing $5 bags in the wrong place at the wrong time ended up on a full-blown hostage adventure — guns, laced blunts, 40s, chaos, and a girl literally kicked out the van.

Hamilton Hill gave us memories we never asked for… but it gave us stories.

Some people have ghost stories.
We’ve got The Laced Blunt Kidnapping of ’95.

And somehow — by God’s mercy —
we lived to tell it.

By OG Strain — The Plug’s Pages Magazine

This past month, my lungs have been on a first-class vacation through the galaxy — and trust me, the passport stamps are wild. I’ve been chiefing on Scorpion King, Pink Panties, Cadillac Rainbow, Gorilla Butter, and Gas Face — five strains so unique and so ridiculously fire that at one point I questioned whether my taste buds qualified for workers’ comp.

And here’s the crazy part:
All five of these hitters came straight from Higher Beings powered by Hudson Valley Green.

Let me be crystal clear — this is the best spot I’ve had all year. Period. But before anyone jumps in the comments like, “Oooooh OG is playing favorites,” take a deep breath of that outdoor terpy goodness, because I’m also picking up a full review lineup from Lazy Day Farms at the end of this week.

And Lazy Day?
Oh trust me… I’ve had samples. I know it’s fire. That’s not even up for debate.

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🌤 Indoors vs. Outdoors — Two Champions, Two Different Arenas

Here’s where people get it twisted.

Higher Beings powered by Hudson Valley Green is dropping immaculate indoor-grown craft flower — the kind that looks like it has its own personal lighting crew and moisturizes with Fiji water.

Meanwhile, Lazy Day Farms is out there harnessing the actual sun — real sky fire — growing outdoor strains that stand strong against the elements like they’re in the Cannabis Olympics.

These are two different lanes, two different categories…
and both are operating at the top of their game.

Lazy Day Farms, in my opinion, has some of the best outdoor-grown cannabis in all of New York State. And soon? OG Strain is putting that claim to the test on Strain’s Strain Reviews (Talk Cannabis).

So buckle up — reviews are coming.

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🌱 The Community Behind the Cultivation

Lazy Day Farms has been teaming up with Tokalotapot Seeds — shoutout to Tok and Canna Fae — who’ve put in serious time and heart on that land. And it’s not just them. There’s a whole community behind Kiley, the owner, and when I spoke to him, one thing was clear:

He’s proud.
Proud of his team.
Proud of this season.
Proud of what they’ve built together.

And honestly? He should be.

New York legalization flipped the entire industry upside down. Even if people were doing it before, doing it legally changes the game. Everything feels new again. Everyone is learning. Everyone is adapting. Everyone is leveling up.

And that’s the magic of it.

We’re all growing — literally and spiritually — right alongside the plant.

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❤ A Family You Choose — The 420 Community

Let me tell you something real.
I don’t open up to everybody.
My circle is tighter than a brand-new jar lid.

But this 420 community?
Man… lately I’ve been meeting so many like-minded, good-hearted, genuine people that it feels like the universe is hand-delivering me family members I didn’t know I had.

And if I say you feel like family?
I mean it.

I don’t give that out lightly.
I don’t offer that to just anybody.

But if my intuition says you’re a good soul, a loving person, someone who truly cares about this plant and this community…

Then I’m doing everything I can to support you.
Your business.
Your growth.
Your success.

Not because I want anything in return — but because I love this community, and I absolutely love this plant and what it does for humanity.

We’re building something here.
Something bigger than any one person, any one brand, or any one farm.

We’re building a family.

And next year?
I can feel it in my bones…
This family is going to do BIG things — things so good we can’t even imagine them yet.

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🔥 FINAL WORD FROM OG STRAIN

Whether you’re Higher Beings powered by Hudson Valley Green, Lazy Day Farms, Tokalotapot Seeds, or one of the many people grinding behind the scenes — you’re part of something special.

The Plug’s Pages Magazine sees you.
The community sees you.
And OG Strain is rocking with you 100%.

We’re not just reviewing flower…
We’re building connections, elevating our craft, and lighting up New York one bud at a time.

Welcome to the family.
And if you’re here?
It’s because you earned it.

By OG Strain — The Plug’s Pages Magazine

So you say you love weed, huh? You’ve got the hoodie, the grinder, the rolling tray, the socks with little green leaves on them — but no ink? That’s like claiming you’re a pizza fan without ever eating a slice!

In 2025, if you really live the leaf life, you don’t just smoke it — you wear it. Weed tattoos are where love for the plant meets pure art, and the results are highly addictive (pun absolutely intended).

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🌿 The Ultimate Badge of Chill

A weed tattoo says something deep before you even open your mouth. It says, “Yeah, I’m relaxed — even when I’m stressing.” It says, “My vibe is photosynthesized.”

The cannabis leaf is basically the international symbol for good vibes. It’s peace, creativity, and rebellion all rolled into one little green icon. You don’t even need words. One look at that ink, and people know you’re on that calm frequency.

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🎨 The Art That Hits Different

Let’s be honest — weed tattoos are beautiful. From hyper-detailed leaf pieces to wild, trippy molecule designs, artists have turned cannabis ink into pure eye candy.

And don’t even get me started on the creative ideas. THC molecules that look like sacred geometry? Buds so realistic you swear you can smell ‘em? It’s a stoner’s Sistine Chapel out here.

Even if you’re ink-free, you can’t help but respect the art. It’s a lifestyle, a language, and a lowkey flex all in one.

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🧬 Built for the Leaf

Here’s the part that trips people out — you were literally born for this.
Humans have cannabinoid receptors built into their bodies. That’s right, your DNA was pre-installed with the software to vibe with the plant.

So when you get a weed tattoo, you’re not just getting art — you’re syncing up with your natural design. It’s like your body saying, “Yeah bro, I’m Wi-Fi compatible with nature.”

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💪 Ink That Speaks

Each tattoo tells a story.
Some people ink the leaf because it helped them heal.
Some do it to honor the plant’s history — the fight for legalization, the creativity it sparked, or the peace it brought.
And some? They just love the way it looks when they flex in the mirror after arm day.

No judgment here. It’s all love.

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🚀 The 2025 Energy

Weed tattoos used to be for the rebels. Now they’re for the trendsetters.
Tattoo studios are booked solid for cannabis designs, and collectors are trading pics like they’re NFT art drops.

It’s more than a trend — it’s a cultural marker.
We went from “Don’t tell anyone I smoke” to “Yo, check out this full-sleeve terp profile.”

In 2025, weed tattoos are the new chain, the new sneaker drop, the new way to show loyalty to the green.

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✍ Final Hit

So yeah, weed tattoos aren’t just cool — they’re identity.
They say you’re part of something bigger.
You appreciate nature, freedom, and creativity — and you’ve got the ink to prove it.

So if you’ve ever looked at your blank skin and thought, “You know what this needs?” — the answer might just be a little green inspiration.

Because when it comes to ink, the leaf doesn’t just represent cannabis…
it represents you at your chillest, truest, and most unapologetically real self. 🌿

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By OG Strain
“Stay lifted, stay creative — and remember: art fades, but the vibe is forever.”