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chiefcalen
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Alright, so here's my situation, my life has been absolutely ridiculous so far as everyone acts like I cannot grow, either due to the law or due to being too stuck in their own ways. Next, I'm prepared for the "you're out of luck, son" comments and the "get more experience" because, believe me, I've tried to work for every dispensary I can find an application for online, and even with my extensive experience in 15 past jobs and charges that prove I am not ignorant to cannabis, all of them keep declining me. A little about me, I started smoking bud around age 16 when I began working full-time in a factory, I found the work to be extremely strenuous and it was the first time I had seen weed. After I smoked it, all of the pain from the shift dissipated and the rest of the day seemed to be flying by due to my new experiences. I've been a heavy smoker ever since, discovering bongs while on break during my shift at Little Caesars cutting pizzas. I fell in love, still am in love to this day. I developed a keen interest in weed and began to get more and more as most people do, and as I did this other smokers and people I knew would get some from me, as was what felt natural to my conscious and my body back then. Well, I wanted to learn why cannabis calmed my anxiety so effectively, the affects of the psychoactivity from THC, how THC and cannabis can affect someone's tolerance for others, and their patience for unchangeable situations (such as, a party of 20 walking in to Olive Garden *where I work* to eat and going outside to hit the blunt to calm down for them), as well as every other possible thing about cannabis entirely. It has truly become a passion of mine that has absorbed my every waking moment. I asked the people I knew if they could show me how to grow, and I have watched, studied, and taken COUNTLESS notes from videos that I find on the internet, a particular favorite of mine being the YouTube channel From Seed to Stoned. Equipped with my knowledge and young-minded ignorance, I purchased the grow tent and equipment and started a grow operation of 15 plants smack in the center in the ghetto in an apartment of a city in Tennessee very close to Nashville. For those of you that do not know, cannabis is illegal in Tennessee, and cultivation can land someone a 5 year sentence pretty easily. Again, I was young-minded and ignorant. Eventually, I was pulled over after a reup and arrested for marijuana distribution, the entire time the cops were arresting me here I was begging and pleading with them to please let me accomplish my goals and get to a state where cannabis is legal so I can provide medicine legitimately to everyone that I can who is in need. I said that they were ruining my life and plans for the future by doing this, which was met with laughs and outrage as they congratulated eachother for the "bust" (an ounce of weed, dabs, and a scale...). Currently, I am almost off of probation. It ends in January, and I keep my nose clean and absolutely try my best to stay completely away from trouble (I've also been a victim of armed robbery, trouble isn't fun for me). I feel like, at age 23, I only have probably roughly 150, to maybe 200 harvests in my lifetime before I am in my later years pushing my 70s looking back at my life, wishing I would have just taken the chance and said F THE LAW. Every day I think about this, more time is passing and, therefore, less harvests that I could possibly do in my lifetime. I really calculated the 3 or 4 harvests from 3-4 month cycles, every year, for the years of my life to find out how many harvests would be possible, and that's seriously how much I love this plant. I'm dying here, without the ability to grow and help people get medicated, hell, its illegal to even BE MEDICATED in Tennessee, I feel so useless and it makes me hate my own life, I wake up and I radiate negative energy that I willingly allow the other people around me to soak in. I have been clean on probation and passed my test, so I know this is not just me talking under the influence. I said okay, since it's illegal here, and I'm not actively trying to do anything bad, I'm just going to go to where cannabis IS legal. So, I did the research online and looked through each state's cannabis laws, specifically about home-growing and growing for medicinal purposes, and, eventually, growing for dispensaries and producing "official" medication for everyone. I read that, in Colorado, you can grow up to 6 plants per adult, with no more than half of them in flower/veg stages, the room has to have proper ventilation, lighting, and be concealed and locked from outsiders, and I'm not supposed to sell to "non-patients". This is still more plants than most other states, from what I can tell, and California is crazy expensive with a really harsh climate. That's perfect, I can follow my dreams and still abide by the legal system if I move to Colorado! I decided to try and pick a location with an Olive Garden so it would be easy to transfer to, but not Denver since the cost of living is too stupidly high due to nothing more than the popularity, which would be helpful for connecting with "patients", but again, I genuinely love cannabis, I'm not trying to become the next El Chapo from it. I decided Colorado Springs seems like a pleasant city with a beautiful park, multiple Olive Gardens, and several amenities that Denver has, with Denver only a car ride away as well. Then, I ran into my next problem. Every landlord in Colorado it seems, not just Colorado Springs, is NOT 420-Friendly! I understand the standard reasoning, they don't want growers molding and damaging the property, but how is one supposed to even ENTER the industry if ALL of the landlords are banning the entire reason most people are going to Colorado in the first place?! This makes absolutely no sense, if anyone could help me and my SO (she also works) find a place to live for rent with an extra room to grow in, I'll gladly be a lifelong connection to you and anyone in your family and will absolutely, certainly burn a fat Dutch Master with you and take some dabs that I'll press out from my own flower. I think Tennessee wants to twist the legal system here to try and force me to stay locked away, which may sound paranoid but I am actually also a hobbyist rapper known as Killer Gwop even to the authorities here. To describe my appearance, think if Kodak Black was a white person, so deep down it feels like they're using me to gain publicity and draw more tourists and business to the area, since we aren't as popular as Clarksville. But, truthfully and honestly cannabis is my lifelong passion. I'm serious, every day is hell for me here, I slave for the city to "repent" for my charges and get absolutely no recognition as one of the top line cooks in one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city, on top of being the entertainment "puppet" for all of these absolute imbeciles who compare growing bud to meth labs. Look, we all know the money is important, we all strive on a daily basis to survive and it's the whole reason we even show up to work in the first place, but even that is no reason to keep me from this dream of mine because it seriously does not take a genius to realize that right now, cannabis is a cash crop in our country, just like tobacco was back in our history, so of course, obviously, I do not want to be sitting here wasting time online, I want to be serious and make a difference getting to that money. I'm also uploading a photo and a video of the Amnesia Haze bud that I grew here in the ghetto before my arrest, so you guys can see that I am actually for real trying to grow MEDICAL quality bud and HELP everyone. Literally none of the bud in Tennessee compares, all of it very few crystals, dark green color, etc, and I went to many different people to test that theory. The people in the old ghetto were so confident about the quality of my cannabis, I had people literally volunteering to guard my grow operation, standing outside armed and ready, with plans to petition a forced change of the law as well as developmental plans for constructing a nearby dispensary. I took it down because I told them, I don't want innocent people to die because of something that I started, and that if someone were to rob me, it's their loss because you need love for the cannabis plant as a living being to maintain exceptional quality bud, meaning they'll just get super high and then feel depressed after they can't come back. They seemed to understand my reasoning, and have accepted that to enjoy my cannabis again, it'll have to be from the comfort of a state where it is completely legal and not putting them in danger.