baker county

An under-rated mysterious region outside of jacksonville, fl. Its legendary homegrown, oxys, shine, imported tampa beans, and over-abundancy of free shrooms, are the result of many generations of this rural utopia's inhabitants' desire to be baked, oxidized, belligerant, or trollin out of their country-ass minds. Recent downfalls of this mysterious haven have included, but are not limited to: fucking people from jacksonville migrating here and not understanding that everyone has a shotgun or five, so they need to just shut the fuck up and go back east(a rare few are cool); old fuckers from up north that cant fuckin drive!; CUZ's not selling to almost anybody anymore; rarely being able to get a fat dime in the hood anymore (having to venture to glen, sanderson, or even fucking olustee for an ample fat sack. **if you're cool with at least 10 brothas, you may be able to get hooked up in margaretta, but this is rare); the cemetary off of snake road not being a good smoke spot anymore due to...; recent sheriffs and some city leaders not being smokers; cops (even though you probably know them or are kin to them somehow) actually telling you quiet down at parties!?; less hot ass high school teachers givin it up; and finally, fuckin gas bein so damn high that you cant hardly afford to get fucked up AND ride 90, so chillin at the house or on a dirt road is what you have to settle for.