The life of an illegal grower

Cobnobuler

Cobnobuler

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So...Speaking of the life of an illegal grower:
So my brother has a job where he goes around putting in those card swiper things for businesses when his boss gets contracts from whoever needs such things.So, my brother gets an assignment to go to a place that is a widely known grow supply store all up and down the east coast. You all have heard of the name but I wont bother to name them here. Anyway, I've been at odds with his witch / wench/ bitch/ whore of a wife he has for some time so I dont talk to him much but I ran into him awhile back and he says " Hey what are you doing buying all this shit from XYZ Supply?" I couldnt believe it but in installing their equipment he happened onto their customer list and there I am, preferred customer right there on the list and he sees my name on it.
Well, a little while later theres another family squabble with same said whore/wretch/stinking rotten twat of a wife again, and my brother stops by and he says " Hey man you better take your shit down, she called the drug hotline on you" How do you like that shit ?
So, I decided fuck it, they aint gonna come and kick my door in just because somebody called them and gave up a name.Where I'm at, heroin is wildly out of control and people are OD'ing in numbers every single day and I would think they have more important shit to chase around than some old guy with 5 plants in his house. They might be watching me or something but nothing happens here. Nobody comes or goes here, Im deathly careful about leaving any residual kinda stuff around outside and theres just nothing to see. I did take some precaution, I moved my curing jars out and I only have 5 little 3 ft plants going on. Thing is, I'm afraid to start up my nursery or take clones or anything that would run up the plant count. Needless to say, I'm in an oppressive state and a small town that would love to plaster my shit on the front page of the paper and make it look like I'm as big as the Cali cartel when all I do is grow a little bit instead of buying shitweed from these little pricks around here. My shit is better than anything thats ever been around here, and while I dont smoke it anymore, I really fell in love with growing on a small scale. I got a 600 and a 400 light and thats all I amount to.
Anyhow, I've heard the actual owner of this chain of supply stores is a cool guy and I wish I could find out who he is cause I'd like to ask him how he feels about one of his good customers getting his tits in a wringer because a company he is getting service from is giving up names on the list because thats just what happened in effect. My brother sees it, tells his bitch/skank/ nasty cunt of a wife, and just to fuck over on me, she does this. I've been so careful for 5 years and never told barely a soul what I do and it gets out because of a fucking overpriced supply store.
Oh fuck, this is too long now and ya'all are gonna quit reading it.
ps. my brothers a weinie and a fucking pussy boy.
I dont have anybody to talk to around here, nobody I trust other than Mrs Cob, RIU is about as close to a family as I got so what do you guys think I should do? What would Jesus do....?
 
Eltomcat

Eltomcat

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Cobnobuler said:
So...Speaking of the life of an illegal grower:
So my brother has a job where he goes around putting in those card swiper things for businesses when his boss gets contracts from whoever needs such things.So, my brother gets an assignment to go to a place that is a widely known grow supply store all up and down the east coast. You all have heard of the name but I wont bother to name them here. Anyway, I've been at odds with his witch / wench/ bitch/ whore of a wife he has for some time so I dont talk to him much but I ran into him awhile back and he says " Hey what are you doing buying all this shit from XYZ Supply?" I couldnt believe it but in installing their equipment he happened onto their customer list and there I am, preferred customer right there on the list and he sees my name on it.
Well, a little while later theres another family squabble with same said whore/wretch/stinking rotten twat of a wife again, and my brother stops by and he says " Hey man you better take your shit down, she called the drug hotline on you" How do you like that shit ?
So, I decided fuck it, they aint gonna come and kick my door in just because somebody called them and gave up a name.Where I'm at, heroin is wildly out of control and people are OD'ing in numbers every single day and I would think they have more important shit to chase around than some old guy with 5 plants in his house. They might be watching me or something but nothing happens here. Nobody comes or goes here, Im deathly careful about leaving any residual kinda stuff around outside and theres just nothing to see. I did take some precaution, I moved my curing jars out and I only have 5 little 3 ft plants going on. Thing is, I'm afraid to start up my nursery or take clones or anything that would run up the plant count. Needless to say, I'm in an oppressive state and a small town that would love to plaster my shit on the front page of the paper and make it look like I'm as big as the Cali cartel when all I do is grow a little bit instead of buying shitweed from these little pricks around here. My shit is better than anything thats ever been around here, and while I dont smoke it anymore, I really fell in love with growing on a small scale. I got a 600 and a 400 light and thats all I amount to.
Anyhow, I've heard the actual owner of this chain of supply stores is a cool guy and I wish I could find out who he is cause I'd like to ask him how he feels about one of his good customers getting his tits in a wringer because a company he is getting service from is giving up names on the list because thats just what happened in effect. My brother sees it, tells his bitch/skank/ nasty cunt of a wife, and just to fuck over on me, she does this. I've been so careful for 5 years and never told barely a soul what I do and it gets out because of a fucking overpriced supply store.
Oh fuck, this is too long now and ya'all are gonna quit reading it.
ps. my brothers a weinie and a fucking pussy boy.
I dont have anybody to talk to around here, nobody I trust other than Mrs Cob, RIU is about as close to a family as I got so what do you guys think I should do? What would Jesus do....?
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Damn your bro is a bitch.. Best to you man. I would cut shit down, I fucking hate jail....
 
Cobnobuler

Cobnobuler

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Eltomcat said:
Damn your bro is a bitch.. Best to you man. I would cut shit down, I fucking hate jail....
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I can't go there. I got all kind of health problems and shit. Every day I think I should maybe tear it down but then that fuckin bitch whore wins if she ruins the only little hobby I have.
 
abe supercro

abe supercro

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no idea what @nevaeh42 would do. perhaps move to med/rec state jus to get away fro brother and sis-in-law. sounds like bro needs jesus moment, he's responsible for wife . using your C.C. at a shop , shld be prvt. /what were the odds, shop and sibling connection.. (?)
 
Cobnobuler

Cobnobuler

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pabloesqobar said:
Buying products from the store does not give law enforcement probable cause to search your house. Nor does a random phone call from your brothers lovely bride. Not sure how they would get a warrant.
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This is close to the exact reason why, after my initial paranoia I kind of settled down and put things in perspective. If they went around kicking the door in on anybody they got a phone call about with nothing else behind it, it just doesnt seem likely. Now they can watch me if they want. They'll get bored real fast.
 
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