Some teenagers in San Rafael heard a legend of a lost pot crop in the wilderness outside of their town so they met up everyday at 4:20 at the school flagpole to go search for it. Eventually they started calling themselves 420 kids and it just took off from there.
They searched every evening for that crop. They searched high and low. Met some interesting charachters along the way; hobos and a wild woodsman. Little did they know that that wild woodsman wouls be the clue these stoners needed to find the treasure of their dreams. Lots and lots of really good pot.
- Edgar Allan Poe (via introspectivepoet)