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The Hill, The Gun, and The Laced Blunt

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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.

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.

“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.

“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.

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.

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.”

“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.

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.

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.

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THE PLATFORM THAT DECIDES WHO GETS HEARD

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Why Millions of Users Feel Facebook Has Lost Its Neutral Ground — and Why I’m Calling for a One-Day Shutdown on August 15

Facebook was once the digital town square.

A place where voices could be heard, communities could grow, and information could spread instantly across the world. It was built on the idea of connection.

But today, many users—including myself—feel that something fundamental has changed.

And whether people agree on the reasons or not, the feeling is becoming more common: Facebook no longer feels neutral.

No “buy now.”

No “DM for purchase.”

No exchange of goods or services.

Just journalism. Just reporting. Just culture.

Yet posts can still be flagged or restricted simply because they contain cannabis-related language or references.

And I want to be clear about what that means from my perspective:

It creates the feeling that even discussing a legal or emerging industry can put your voice at risk.

And one of the most frustrating parts, according to many users, is what happens next.

In some cases, restrictions are lifted later without explanation. Content is restored. Accounts are reactivated. But the question remains:

Why was it removed in the first place?

This lack of transparency leaves creators, journalists, and everyday users trying to guess where the invisible lines are drawn.

For some, it feels like walking through a system where the rules are not always visible until they are suddenly enforced.

For others, it raises a deeper concern: who decides what information is allowed to circulate in the first place?

Because when a platform that large restricts content, it doesn’t just affect one post.

It affects reach.

It affects income.

It affects conversations.

It affects visibility.

And it affects whether certain topics are even seen at all.

That’s why this is not just about frustration. It’s about choice.

On August 15, I am calling for a peaceful, voluntary 24-hour break from Facebook.

Not a deletion.

Not a permanent exit.

Just one day.

A pause.

The goal is simple: awareness.

To show what happens when users choose where their attention goes.

To remind people that no single platform is the only option.

And to demonstrate that collective action—no matter how small it seems individually—can create a message when done together.

If you rely on Facebook for communication, you can return the next day.

If you use it for business, your work continues.

If you use it for community, your community will still be there.

But for one day, we step outside the system and observe it from the outside.

Because sometimes, the most powerful statement users can make is simply this:

We can log off.

Whether you agree with every concern raised here or not, the larger question remains worth asking:

How much control should any single platform have over global conversation?

And what happens when users decide to explore what else exists beyond it?

On August 15, we find out.

— OG Strain
The Plug’s Pages Magazine

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Why August 15 Must Become the Day We Remind Big Tech Who Really Holds the Power

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By OG Strain

There is a dangerous illusion that has taken hold in America.

Millions of people believe they need Facebook.

The truth is the exact opposite.

Facebook needs us.

Every post.

Every comment.

Every photograph.

Every business page.

Every creator.

Every advertiser.

Every minute we spend scrolling.

That is the fuel that powers one of the largest corporations on Earth.

I reject that idea.

I reject it completely.

This article isn’t about one account.

It isn’t about one creator.

It isn’t about one disagreement.

It’s about a growing frustration shared by countless people who feel that massive technology companies have become too comfortable, too powerful, and too disconnected from the very people who made them successful in the first place.

For years, users have watched pages disappear.

Businesses lose reach.

Creators lose audiences.

Communities vanish.

Meanwhile, the people affected are often left with little explanation and even fewer answers.

At some point, every American has to ask a simple question:

How much power are we willing to hand over before we decide enough is enough?

Our ancestors did not build this country on the belief that powerful institutions should never be questioned.

They built it on the exact opposite principle.

Question authority.

Challenge power.

Speak your mind.

Stand up when you believe something is wrong.

Power without accountability eventually becomes arrogance.

And arrogance grows when nobody pushes back.

That is why I am calling for a peaceful, nationwide Facebook walkout on August 15.

Not forever.

Not for a month.

Not even for a week.

One day.

Twenty-four hours.

One simple message.

We are not powerless.

On August 15, log out.

Step away.

Create an X account if you don’t already have one.

Explore other platforms.

Then on August 16, come back and tell people why you participated.

Tell your friends.

Tell your family.

Tell your followers.

Tell Facebook.

Because silence changes nothing.

Action changes everything.

Some people will say one day doesn’t matter.

History disagrees.

Every movement starts with a first step.

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LOVE HIM OR HATE HIM, YOU CAN’T IGNORE HIM

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Hudson Valley Green, Higher Beings, and the Man Behind the Buzz

If you’ve spent any amount of time in New York’s cannabis community, chances are you’ve heard the name Danni Burns.

And depending on who you ask, you’ll get one of two reactions.

One group will tell you he’s one of the most knowledgeable and successful people in the game.

The other group will roll their eyes so hard they almost spill their grinder.

Welcome to cannabis.

Let’s be honest—this industry is full of strong personalities. Put enough growers, breeders, vendors, smokers, hash makers, and self-proclaimed “flower experts” in one room and you’ll have enough opinions to fill a pound jar.

Danni isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

Or, more appropriately, everyone’s infused lemonade.

His confidence can come across as cocky. He’s passionate about his products. He’s vocal about what he believes is good flower and what he believes isn’t. Sometimes that rubs people the wrong way.

But here’s the thing:

The results speak for themselves.

Hudson Valley Green has built one of the most recognizable and successful cannabis brands in New York’s legacy market. Their product selection is enormous, their quality is consistently impressive, and their pricing remains among the most competitive you’ll find anywhere in the state.

Those aren’t opinions.

Those are facts.

Now, do I personally agree with every statement Danni has ever made about other people’s flower?

No.

Cannabis is subjective. There are plenty of talented growers throughout New York producing exceptional products. This community is loaded with skilled cultivators who deserve recognition.

But I’m also not here to tell another businessman how to run his business or market his products.

What I can tell you is this:

The confidence didn’t appear out of thin air.

Confidence usually comes from results.

And Hudson Valley Green has produced plenty of those.

The Man Behind the Reputation

Here’s something many people don’t realize.

Underneath the confidence is a guy who genuinely cares about helping people.

He’s passionate about cannabis.

He’s passionate about providing affordable access to quality products.

And he’s passionate about building something that lasts.

Sometimes confidence gets mistaken for arrogance. Sometimes success attracts criticism. Sometimes people decide whether they like someone before they’ve ever actually met them.

Cannabis users should understand this better than anyone.

After all, how many strains have we all judged by the name only to discover it absolutely slapped?

The same principle applies to people.

Higher Beings Powered by Hudson Valley Green

One of the biggest reasons for Hudson Valley Green’s continued success is the partnership behind Higher Beings Powered by Hudson Valley Green.

If you’ve attended enough pop-up events, chances are you’ve seen Kevin somewhere.

And if you haven’t, don’t worry.

Give it another weekend.

He’ll probably be at three events before you finish reading this article.

Together they’ve created a network that covers a huge portion of New York State, making quality products accessible to consumers from multiple regions without requiring a cross-state road trip that ends with you explaining to your GPS why you’re suddenly in the middle of nowhere.

Why I Stand Behind Them

Full disclosure:

I’m not employed by Hudson Valley Green.

I’m not a partner.

I’m not getting paid to write this article.

This is simply my honest experience.

Every product I’ve personally purchased from Hudson Valley Green or Higher Beings has impressed me.

Every single one.

Not most of them.

Not almost all of them.

All of them.

As someone who reviews cannabis products regularly, that’s not something I say lightly.

Yet somehow Hudson Valley Green continues to deliver.

That’s why I’m comfortable putting my own name behind this recommendation.

Final Hit

At the end of the day, cannabis should be about one thing:

The product.

Not the rumors.

Not the drama.

Not the comment sections.

Not who likes who.

The product.

So if you’ve never tried Higher Beings Powered by Hudson Valley Green, maybe it’s time.

Set aside the opinions.

Ignore the noise.

Try the flower.

Because whether you’re a longtime supporter or a skeptic looking to prove everyone wrong, one thing is certain:

The cannabis doesn’t care which side of the argument you’re on.

It just wants to get you elevated.

And from everything I’ve seen so far, Hudson Valley Green knows exactly how to make that happen.

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