I used to have a wife. She didn't really bother my stuff but she had a mouth. She couldn't help but run her mouth and if she didn't have anything impressive to say she would make up shit and lie. Actually she would just lie anyway. It was a sad existence. I didn't even like her. Sorry toaster. Even tho I didn't like her it was still extremely difficult to end it and it did hurt for a bit. But, it was like freedom when she finally packed up and got out. Gets easier with time bro. I embrace the freedom and could never go back to that again. To this day I am still concerned who she may have told.
My worst fears have all been stated by others. The smell. People running their mouth(no one knows now). Cops. Robbers. Best to just stay on te down low if you ask me. Unless you have the time and dough to guard your shit 24/7. I have a lot of anxiety and it drives me to be super secure and cautious. But, no matter how stealth you are, you just can't hide everything. I think the tents and cabs are great for keeping light leaks at bay and confining the odors, but anyone with half a brain would instantly know what it's for if they saw it. The anxiety is a mother fucker for sure. The old line "the only thing we have to fear is fear itself", that shits true. The anxiety can be debilitating. I'm sure prison or getting jacked up by a robber is worse tho. Harvest time for me is like that divorce. A huge sigh of relief comes with it. Like a ton of bricks lifted off the shoulders.
After harvest. What to do with all the residuals? The bunk material from the plant? The sugar leaf and larf? Holy fuck I've got Oz of bunk shit material that would get me just as busted as the goods. Bet the stems would hold a finger print. Can't just dump this shit in someone else's yard. What if they grow? Stems in the fire place? Did that once and it stunk up the whole neighborhood. Not fucking cool. lol. Anxiety a mofo.
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@toaster struedel Good luck bro. The older bitches go cray. You tell yo wife I said she needs to chill the fuck out. We all need to embrace the peace and love. That's a long time bro. Maybe try some meditation or some shit. Get one with the love. If I had made it 27 years I would give it one last HUGE effort to correct it before I just said eff it this ain't working. Best of luck bro.
Mine was only 6 years but, the last 4 I didn't even like her. Took so long to end it because I don't deal with failure well. Now, the residual hatred and memories of the bad shit that went down still linger, and hurt, but it's getting better. I gotta forgive. She will probably get married in a short period(she been married 5 times) and when she does I'll start fucking her again. I met her when she was married, I just got stupid one day and wanted to be te "hero" who rescued her from her ex before me. Moved her into my crib and married her.
lol. It's all true bro.
Peace and love. Search for and embrace the peace and love.
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