LowProfileOne
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Hello everyone!
This business can be very lonely if you want to be successful. Clearly the only way to be safe is to tell as few people as possible. But after 15 years, I am now done.
Like most, I started small. Personal use was my only interest. Then I stated sharing some of my N.L.#5 with a few friends. Soon I didnt have enough for everyone and I was getting calls from friends of a friend.
I was in my early twenties. A couple friend at the time, who owned their own home in the country, showed interest in the potential profits that could be made. We discussed the possibility of doing something more, bigger.
The plan: 2400 watt grow room.
This was a little scary. We had to get an electrician to wire up the room, fabricate ventilation. Block the central air system to prevent circulation of any air to-or from that room, etc..
My job was going to be the front man for the operation. So, I moved into an apartment. I ordered all the supplies to my place. I used a credit card in my name. This is where all the capital came from to get things started. We agreed that the first priority would be to pay that off when the profits came rolling in. Then, all profits would be split three ways amongst us.
Soon, my credit was maxed. the reality of the magnitude of what we were about to attempt set in as the room came together and the blinding lights were lit for the first time. My heart sank, stomach twisted in knots. Are we really doing this? What if we get caught? This could make or break all of us and I was the instigator. This could mean PRISON for sure. We all had to swallow down the fear and push forward. It was too late to stop now, this was the point of no return.
I had been a daily smoker, but had to cut back drastically due the paranoia that became uncontrollable when high.
After driving up to Canada and smuggling white widow seeds back into the country, we were set. The first six months were trying to say the least. Lots of set-backs with the new ebb and flow system. I just didnt have the experience or knowledge to operate it correctly. So, we switched to 5 gallon buckets filled with Pro-Mix dirt. This was much easier as dirt is very forgiving.
Finally, the first batch was done. The whole house smelled like skunk. You could smell it 100 feet before you even got to the house. Luckily it was in the country. We had about 3.5 pounds after curing and we were all very paranoid. We bagged it up into one ounce ziplocs and stored it in my apartment fridge. My apartment stunk and everything in my fridge tasted like pot.
I gave free bags to those in my small circle of friends. It blew their minds. No one had ever been that high before. Mexican brick was all that was available at the time. The sales started slow at first, but I had given enough away. Soon, a coke dealer friend of a friend had gotten a hold of some of my w.w. He was the first to buy an ounce. Then two. Soon, he was buying q.p,s. One other guy started buying in bulk too, but not quite as much.
After the first few crops, I became a very popular person. Everybody seemed to know, or know of me. Even made it into High Times (Feb 02). I could no longer smoke pot due to the extreme paranoia it was causing. I did however, start using cocaine. This seemed to keep me emotionally strong and up to the task of dealing.
The money was good too. Its what kept us going. But It all became too much for me to handle. Too many people knew and I felt like I was being watched.
My new plan:
I told everyone that I was done, except the coke dealer. We had an agreement. He would buy all my product, and help keep me low profile. Within six months, I was a nobody again.
A few years went by, profits were decent, all the product was moving quickly and so was the cash. But I was having to split it three ways after overhead. Some dissent became apparent between us. I decided to buy my own house in the country and go at it alone. By this time I had mastered hydroponics. This is definitely the way to go for larger operations.
I had also become a bit anti-social, which helped with the privacy issues. Soon I was making lots of cash all to myself and abandoned the partners. I seemed to have everything. Boat, four-wheelers, motorcycles, cars Try taking yourself out to the river for a boat ride. Its not very fun when youre alone. I became so cautious and self aware that I wasnt even able to date. What few women I did date was a disaster.
This went on year after year. Eventually I moved again, this time even further away from the city and temptations of hard drugs.
Friends and family had became distant. I suspect that they knew something was up. What else would they think? Where did I get the money? Why so secretive? Why were some rooms locked? Why does my house smell like skunk?
This all came to an end when my #1 buyer couldnt pay anymore. His investments and personal business went bankrupt. This left me high and dry. He owed me thousands, and I could no longer keep providing him deliveries with no substantial money coming my way.
I contacted my old #2 guy and started to funnel it through him for a while. This lasted about a year when he could no longer keep track of his own spending habits. This left him in debt to me by thousands also. There was no one else to turn to. I know no one in that circle anymore.
I am no longer in that lifestyle. I have a decent job, and a nice girlfriend. So I shut off the lights for the last time.
Its been about a year now. Married my girlfriend and bought a new house. Things are OK financially, but I look back at some of my old friends from high school and see that they have gone to college or learned a trade. Many probably have a retirement account and are on their way to a great career. I feel like I had the potential to get as far in life, or further financially had I spent as much time on a real career as I had on growing pot.
It is now time to start over and make my way legitimately. Its been a great ride. I still love the art of creating an artificial environment for cannabis and think of it often. Hope anyone else who chooses this path stays safe. Good luck.
This business can be very lonely if you want to be successful. Clearly the only way to be safe is to tell as few people as possible. But after 15 years, I am now done.
Like most, I started small. Personal use was my only interest. Then I stated sharing some of my N.L.#5 with a few friends. Soon I didnt have enough for everyone and I was getting calls from friends of a friend.
I was in my early twenties. A couple friend at the time, who owned their own home in the country, showed interest in the potential profits that could be made. We discussed the possibility of doing something more, bigger.
The plan: 2400 watt grow room.
This was a little scary. We had to get an electrician to wire up the room, fabricate ventilation. Block the central air system to prevent circulation of any air to-or from that room, etc..
My job was going to be the front man for the operation. So, I moved into an apartment. I ordered all the supplies to my place. I used a credit card in my name. This is where all the capital came from to get things started. We agreed that the first priority would be to pay that off when the profits came rolling in. Then, all profits would be split three ways amongst us.
Soon, my credit was maxed. the reality of the magnitude of what we were about to attempt set in as the room came together and the blinding lights were lit for the first time. My heart sank, stomach twisted in knots. Are we really doing this? What if we get caught? This could make or break all of us and I was the instigator. This could mean PRISON for sure. We all had to swallow down the fear and push forward. It was too late to stop now, this was the point of no return.
I had been a daily smoker, but had to cut back drastically due the paranoia that became uncontrollable when high.
After driving up to Canada and smuggling white widow seeds back into the country, we were set. The first six months were trying to say the least. Lots of set-backs with the new ebb and flow system. I just didnt have the experience or knowledge to operate it correctly. So, we switched to 5 gallon buckets filled with Pro-Mix dirt. This was much easier as dirt is very forgiving.
Finally, the first batch was done. The whole house smelled like skunk. You could smell it 100 feet before you even got to the house. Luckily it was in the country. We had about 3.5 pounds after curing and we were all very paranoid. We bagged it up into one ounce ziplocs and stored it in my apartment fridge. My apartment stunk and everything in my fridge tasted like pot.
I gave free bags to those in my small circle of friends. It blew their minds. No one had ever been that high before. Mexican brick was all that was available at the time. The sales started slow at first, but I had given enough away. Soon, a coke dealer friend of a friend had gotten a hold of some of my w.w. He was the first to buy an ounce. Then two. Soon, he was buying q.p,s. One other guy started buying in bulk too, but not quite as much.
After the first few crops, I became a very popular person. Everybody seemed to know, or know of me. Even made it into High Times (Feb 02). I could no longer smoke pot due to the extreme paranoia it was causing. I did however, start using cocaine. This seemed to keep me emotionally strong and up to the task of dealing.
The money was good too. Its what kept us going. But It all became too much for me to handle. Too many people knew and I felt like I was being watched.
My new plan:
I told everyone that I was done, except the coke dealer. We had an agreement. He would buy all my product, and help keep me low profile. Within six months, I was a nobody again.
A few years went by, profits were decent, all the product was moving quickly and so was the cash. But I was having to split it three ways after overhead. Some dissent became apparent between us. I decided to buy my own house in the country and go at it alone. By this time I had mastered hydroponics. This is definitely the way to go for larger operations.
I had also become a bit anti-social, which helped with the privacy issues. Soon I was making lots of cash all to myself and abandoned the partners. I seemed to have everything. Boat, four-wheelers, motorcycles, cars Try taking yourself out to the river for a boat ride. Its not very fun when youre alone. I became so cautious and self aware that I wasnt even able to date. What few women I did date was a disaster.
This went on year after year. Eventually I moved again, this time even further away from the city and temptations of hard drugs.
Friends and family had became distant. I suspect that they knew something was up. What else would they think? Where did I get the money? Why so secretive? Why were some rooms locked? Why does my house smell like skunk?
This all came to an end when my #1 buyer couldnt pay anymore. His investments and personal business went bankrupt. This left me high and dry. He owed me thousands, and I could no longer keep providing him deliveries with no substantial money coming my way.
I contacted my old #2 guy and started to funnel it through him for a while. This lasted about a year when he could no longer keep track of his own spending habits. This left him in debt to me by thousands also. There was no one else to turn to. I know no one in that circle anymore.
I am no longer in that lifestyle. I have a decent job, and a nice girlfriend. So I shut off the lights for the last time.
Its been about a year now. Married my girlfriend and bought a new house. Things are OK financially, but I look back at some of my old friends from high school and see that they have gone to college or learned a trade. Many probably have a retirement account and are on their way to a great career. I feel like I had the potential to get as far in life, or further financially had I spent as much time on a real career as I had on growing pot.
It is now time to start over and make my way legitimately. Its been a great ride. I still love the art of creating an artificial environment for cannabis and think of it often. Hope anyone else who chooses this path stays safe. Good luck.
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