barbz
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Hi, I just joined this forum. I was attracted by your acronyms, and explanation of same.
My buddy and I decided to set up a pandafilm tent to house our two plants, which were started from seed back in May. Today is the end of Week 4 bloom, it's quite exciting!
We call our grow The Ghetto, because it's totally cheap ghetto tech. We've spent on lights, and cheaped out everything else. Ghetto.
One thing that's not ghetto is our attitude, but the ghetto has already reached out to us. Before May, my buddy was talking about plans at his school. He was probably bitching about scraping up funds for the project. You know how it goes, tell a guy, he tells another guy, and suddenly there is someone who can "help."
And so it was that my bud was approached with an offer to bankroll the grow. Our plan was to produce enough for personal use; what with the dispensary closings and all, finding meds is a hassle coupled with a burden.
Now, I never met this guy, but usually being bankrolled means you got to give something as well. I could see us getting locked into some sort of abusive "Tony Soprano" sitch, winding up like Chinese slave labor in Cali. Turns out Mr. Bankroll is involved with a lot more than medical marijuana. We wanted nothing to do with it and declined the offer.
So, we are scraping by on what we got. My buddy is a skilled electrician, I know something about growing plants in general, and got good grades in botany a million years ago. I guess we're the equivalent of Cletus Spuckler, the hillbilly dirt farmer on The Simpsons.
As I said, having dodged a Soprano bullet, we're just potting along into the fifth week of bloom.
Knowledge will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no knowledge, to paraphrase a Fabulous Furry Freak Brother...yeah, I'm old. Heh.
My buddy and I decided to set up a pandafilm tent to house our two plants, which were started from seed back in May. Today is the end of Week 4 bloom, it's quite exciting!
We call our grow The Ghetto, because it's totally cheap ghetto tech. We've spent on lights, and cheaped out everything else. Ghetto.
One thing that's not ghetto is our attitude, but the ghetto has already reached out to us. Before May, my buddy was talking about plans at his school. He was probably bitching about scraping up funds for the project. You know how it goes, tell a guy, he tells another guy, and suddenly there is someone who can "help."
And so it was that my bud was approached with an offer to bankroll the grow. Our plan was to produce enough for personal use; what with the dispensary closings and all, finding meds is a hassle coupled with a burden.
Now, I never met this guy, but usually being bankrolled means you got to give something as well. I could see us getting locked into some sort of abusive "Tony Soprano" sitch, winding up like Chinese slave labor in Cali. Turns out Mr. Bankroll is involved with a lot more than medical marijuana. We wanted nothing to do with it and declined the offer.
So, we are scraping by on what we got. My buddy is a skilled electrician, I know something about growing plants in general, and got good grades in botany a million years ago. I guess we're the equivalent of Cletus Spuckler, the hillbilly dirt farmer on The Simpsons.
As I said, having dodged a Soprano bullet, we're just potting along into the fifth week of bloom.
Knowledge will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no knowledge, to paraphrase a Fabulous Furry Freak Brother...yeah, I'm old. Heh.
