when i was around 13-14, i would nag and bitch at my friends to stop throwing their seeds away, as they smoked an eighth or quarter a day of poopy swaag that was full of beaners, they never believed you could grow them without some sort of degree, one day i just started picking them out of their ash trays every time i was with them and tossing them in the field behind their house, that led to the nickname "beaner boy" then eventually just "beaner" or "bean". low and behold the next year one of the hundreds of seeds managed to sprout and we found it pretty close to harvest time, it was all of 12 inches tall and we got one joint out of it when it was dry. primo smoke that joint was i still remember smoking it, on a bridge over a creek in that same field, needless to say they don't doubt my preaching anymore...