After a rough start... That first week, it started flowing better... Got the grow back in full swing, took over full as shop manager, DOT site inspector (the guy that makes sure they pass, before the rigs leave,) and diesel mechanic*, got GOD lucky when my ancient (from the 90's) landrace Afghan sprouted -- and was mostly female and I hermied my cheese (on purpose) and crossed them. smoked sick amounts of amazing bud all summer... Got burned, pretty badly, didn't even get a day off... Because I was the guy that ran the show, on the logistics, safety, and mechanical side I didn't get a day off from the 4th of July through the day I quit and left for dinner with the boss lady. I got horrible welder's flash, because I had to build a new trailer, overnight... (what was the other, Boss Lady or Annie?) I got news that the house I was growing in was being electric audited -- turns out the 60 a month increase in the electric bill doubled the bill. So, I had to close up shop. My last girls had to die, because I didn't have long enough to flower them, and didn't trust anyone to tell 'em I'd been the guy growing that shit, so they had to die. Had my forklift taken by a guy renting an office, while I was on a tanker manually dumping 100# bags into the bulk tank mixer. I slipped, grabbed 2 bags of sand and caught myself from going off edge, whiplash re-injured my twice broken neck. The NEXT FUCKIN' DAY I got shit stolen at work, I did the math on it, and my phone charger, after taxes and deductions -- even with overtime -- cost me half a day's pay. Because I made less than 90% of the crew. That was the last straw, I quit, 3.5 weeks ahead of schedule, and put us back around 2.5k for the move. Right before we moved, my dealers (and friends, in the hood if yer sellin' to a late 30's white couple, yer damn sure that you are more than just acquaintances.) I lost my 4 dollar a gram source, and had like a 1/4 left. We moved, no job yet, not growing, no money to purchase LEGALLY. Realized that Benadryl, even at maximum daily dose (I checked into it, Annie) creates horrible "habituation," I weened myself down. And then I realized -- except when growing -- I have absolutely no patience, and no tolerance for personal weakness. So last week, on Christmas eve. I stopped takin' em. As of yesterday, I'm done with symptoms, am mostly done with new consulting website, have built my firewall images, have 2 people willing to go into business and contract with me, in exchange for a percentage of my billing... I've discovered that the politics section is more like a bully's playground, but it's FUN! So. Shit start - but that week doesn't count, good run up... 8 months of it were pretty good before 3 months of absolute hell, followed by a month on the up...
Oh, and it's ending pretty good. I found one of my med pill bottles, it has (had) some BHO, that had dried into a nice little shatter. It got me high enough to post the above.
Happy New Year's!
