I first came here when the corporate world was driving me nuts, I fucking hated everything about it. After watching my huge nest egg all but disappear during the economic meltdown, I said fuck this. If there was no real security, wtf am I putting myself through this shit? I wanted to learn to grow weed, it was already such a huge part of my life. I couldn't believe this website, it was like Weed University! I lurked for about 18 months, and studied my ass off before I planted my first seed. So many great growers/mentors here then. I started small in Roseman's cfl dwc threads, then I got more and more daring. Modifying closets and the pantry with tiny grows while I worked at home on commission, straight sell or die. It was all consuming, I loved all the DIY projects, visits to home depot, etc.. I really got off on the secrecy and reclusive lifestyle, still do. I wasn't making enough to pay all the bills, so I quit the commission job, converted my home office into a grow room, and started busking. I'd wake up at 4am to be the first one at a downtown train stop to play music for 4 hours, then go home to work on the grow op. Anything to not take another corporate job. After another year or so, my op was finally making enough and I accumulated enough customers where I didn't have to do anything else. I started posting here to ask for help when things went wrong, then stuck around to discuss science and philosophy in what was my first social media experience. After those sections started to go downhill, I dipped my toe in TNT. Who would have thought stoners would be some of the most intelligent, hard working and creative people around? I haven't been the same since, and my nest egg grew back. Thanks for accepting me into your fucked up little family...