Stomata
Well-Known Member
I'm 35 and have been growing this time for a couple years. Always for myself. Never sold even a gram but did slide my Faher In-Law a doob once in awhile. I also grew back in my early to mid 20's for a couple years, but got tired of smoking and gave it up for a few years.
I finally realized that I was smoking so much damn chronic that it was doing little more than cigarettes for me. I was suckin down 2 ounces of dank a week myself. I'd catch a little buzz in the morning, but other than that it was hardly worth it. I was smoking more out of habit than anything else. Yes I'm an addict. Whether it be pills, gambling, alcohol, sex, guitars, or motorcycles. When I get "on" something it consumes me.
I quit drinking several years back. My wife and I had our first baby about 6 weeks ago and I just wasn't comfortable having all that dope in the house. I know it's stupid. It's only weed after all, but the law is the law. If the cops ever did find out about my grow, my family would be shattered and I'd lose my son.
The whole time I grew, back in the day, as well as recently, only my wife and I knew about the plants. I was always very careful. Well, I relapsed on booze and for whatever reason I showed the grow to my mom, dad, and just about anyone else that came over. I don't know why. Maybe it was the booze that made me stupid. But a part of me kind-of thinks that I needed a reason to get rid of it all and by doing so, I'd have no choice. I regret doing it in a way, but I'm glad to be free of the paranoia. Now I can blast music, don't have to be so damn low-key all the time, and worry about the cops anymore. I feel freed in a way. Like I said, the weed was doing little for my head anyway. It was making me stupid more than anything. I knew eventually that my boy would realize what I was doing and it would have to stop anyway.
My son to his second grade teacher: "My dad grows plants in his bathroom closet".
Teacher to my son: "Oh REALLY??? Tell me more!"
To sum it up, I put about 5 grand worth of chronic in the trash, tore down my grow closet and now i'm "legal". This is my last post. It was a fun ride, but I guess it's over now.
Peace guys.
On a side note, I can grow some killer veggies now. I know all about plants and I owe that to my studies of the Marijuana plant. Will I ever grow again? Probably, but not until I get out in the woods and can do it outdoors. Besides, growing inside is too much fucking work.
I finally realized that I was smoking so much damn chronic that it was doing little more than cigarettes for me. I was suckin down 2 ounces of dank a week myself. I'd catch a little buzz in the morning, but other than that it was hardly worth it. I was smoking more out of habit than anything else. Yes I'm an addict. Whether it be pills, gambling, alcohol, sex, guitars, or motorcycles. When I get "on" something it consumes me.
I quit drinking several years back. My wife and I had our first baby about 6 weeks ago and I just wasn't comfortable having all that dope in the house. I know it's stupid. It's only weed after all, but the law is the law. If the cops ever did find out about my grow, my family would be shattered and I'd lose my son.
The whole time I grew, back in the day, as well as recently, only my wife and I knew about the plants. I was always very careful. Well, I relapsed on booze and for whatever reason I showed the grow to my mom, dad, and just about anyone else that came over. I don't know why. Maybe it was the booze that made me stupid. But a part of me kind-of thinks that I needed a reason to get rid of it all and by doing so, I'd have no choice. I regret doing it in a way, but I'm glad to be free of the paranoia. Now I can blast music, don't have to be so damn low-key all the time, and worry about the cops anymore. I feel freed in a way. Like I said, the weed was doing little for my head anyway. It was making me stupid more than anything. I knew eventually that my boy would realize what I was doing and it would have to stop anyway.
My son to his second grade teacher: "My dad grows plants in his bathroom closet".
Teacher to my son: "Oh REALLY??? Tell me more!"
To sum it up, I put about 5 grand worth of chronic in the trash, tore down my grow closet and now i'm "legal". This is my last post. It was a fun ride, but I guess it's over now.
Peace guys.
On a side note, I can grow some killer veggies now. I know all about plants and I owe that to my studies of the Marijuana plant. Will I ever grow again? Probably, but not until I get out in the woods and can do it outdoors. Besides, growing inside is too much fucking work.