Heisenberg
Well-Known Member
I live in a place where there has been nothing but Mexican commercial for the last 15 years. Occasionally some hydro bud will float around but it's always insanely expensive, relatively generic genetics, and quick to disappear.
It occurred to me that the only way I would ever get to try award winning smoke was to grow it myself. Long story short, I grew out some cheese and nightshade. Needless to say I was blown away and anxious to share it with my friends.
At first people are amazed at the look and smell. They smoke some and get stoned as hell, giggle and it's all good. But then the questions start. Where did you get it? Can you get me some? Are you holding out? You MUST sell me some of yours. Ect ect
Before long people become downright nasty. They get worried that Joe Blow might be getting hooked up more than they are. I've known you longer so give me a better deal. They get scared it's gonna run out before they can get more. They demand I sell them huge bags and get pissed when I refuse.
Recently I decided to stop growing for a while because I found I couldn't relax when I was stoned. I was already paranoid of a bust, and peoples drama just added to the stress. If I can't relax when I smoke, then I might as well not smoke at all, which would make it pretty silly to grow.
So one by one I told my friends the bad news; good bud is gone for the time being. Just so happens all that's in town right now is seedy schwag, which they were reluctant to go back to. Some of them didn't believe that I shut down. Some tried to tell me how silly it was to be scared of law enforcement. Others tried to make me feel like a pussy for not being able to handle it. A few of them told me never to expect them to get anything for me anymore.
Your prolly thinking I have pretty crappy friends, which is what i'm thinking. Sometimes it takes desperation to bring out a persons best or worst qualities. What I learned from this experience is; I have to move and change my number asap, and, I actually did have a few friends that are worthy of respect. Two of my buds, when I told them I stopped growing, thanked me for months of good product, for taking the risk, and for putting the effort and cost into growing. In my world is isn't often you find someone willing to put your own best interest ahead of theirs, i'm glad I found two.
So now i'll be in my new place in a few days and set back up. In the meantime I have about a pound of trim and a brand new set of bubble bags to try out. I know two guys who will be smoking some excellent hash, and a whole bunch of people who will be scraping bowls and picking seeds out of brown frown.
It occurred to me that the only way I would ever get to try award winning smoke was to grow it myself. Long story short, I grew out some cheese and nightshade. Needless to say I was blown away and anxious to share it with my friends.
At first people are amazed at the look and smell. They smoke some and get stoned as hell, giggle and it's all good. But then the questions start. Where did you get it? Can you get me some? Are you holding out? You MUST sell me some of yours. Ect ect
Before long people become downright nasty. They get worried that Joe Blow might be getting hooked up more than they are. I've known you longer so give me a better deal. They get scared it's gonna run out before they can get more. They demand I sell them huge bags and get pissed when I refuse.
Recently I decided to stop growing for a while because I found I couldn't relax when I was stoned. I was already paranoid of a bust, and peoples drama just added to the stress. If I can't relax when I smoke, then I might as well not smoke at all, which would make it pretty silly to grow.
So one by one I told my friends the bad news; good bud is gone for the time being. Just so happens all that's in town right now is seedy schwag, which they were reluctant to go back to. Some of them didn't believe that I shut down. Some tried to tell me how silly it was to be scared of law enforcement. Others tried to make me feel like a pussy for not being able to handle it. A few of them told me never to expect them to get anything for me anymore.
Your prolly thinking I have pretty crappy friends, which is what i'm thinking. Sometimes it takes desperation to bring out a persons best or worst qualities. What I learned from this experience is; I have to move and change my number asap, and, I actually did have a few friends that are worthy of respect. Two of my buds, when I told them I stopped growing, thanked me for months of good product, for taking the risk, and for putting the effort and cost into growing. In my world is isn't often you find someone willing to put your own best interest ahead of theirs, i'm glad I found two.
So now i'll be in my new place in a few days and set back up. In the meantime I have about a pound of trim and a brand new set of bubble bags to try out. I know two guys who will be smoking some excellent hash, and a whole bunch of people who will be scraping bowls and picking seeds out of brown frown.
