Used to live across from the biggest church in ATL, literally across the street...

They had an event planner for the fair they were having fly in by helicopter and landed 150ft from my house at 8am..

You can imagine my thoughts.....

fire during a run, put it out at 2 am, house was fucked but nobody knew, luckily.. was really a dryer outlet unrelated. started a small fire in the basement and told landlord 2 months later to recreate the smell. wild..

MW

Midwest, holy shit bro... Fire is the one thing I avoid at all costs!! Sounds like a fluke, glad you made out ok, Ive got growbro's who have burned down houses lol.. Crazy random shit but we employ a lot of amp draw...

It was intense and in a way life changing. Ive since relocated to cali and will never look back as well as feel much safer.

My old partners bat shit crazy ex GF shows up at a grow and calls the cops saying she was kidnapped. Cops came, searched the house, found the grow. My friend had no paperwork on him. They checked the girl out, determined she was a fuckin whack job, and then checked the panel. When they saw that we weren't stealing electricity they told him to have a nice night, and if he had been steailing electrical he would have gone to jail. Now that's sketchy!!

women can be a huge risk if you dont know that already you must have a sane chick or never dated a crazy one

Man i was in a non med state on my balcony of my apt, labeling those white name stakes Bubba x KO Kush numbered and everything.... for some reason they flew away into the wind.... EVERYWHERE. saw 2-3 of them float into the balcony next to mine, some below, some just out into the lot... was stressful as fuck... sat there for about an hour trying to decide if i should jump on these peoples balconies.... i mean BUBBA and KUSH on a stake says a lot. LOL.

stressed me the fuck out the entire time i was at that place from that alone.... fucking security breaches brought upon ourselves... SMH

midwestdensies said:

women can be a huge risk if you dont know that already you must have a sane chick or never dated a crazy one

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if you find one that has as much passion in herb as you do there is really nothing to stress on. LOL. i know we're legal and all but still, if she tried to pull some shit i'd be like "okay if she had nothing to do with it why are her fingerprints all over every nute bottle and every pot.... LOL

i feel ya, Ive dated a trimmer hottie she was super cool but I prefer her to have a different passion. Need that space.

like womens hockey??? AKA sweeping?

LOLOLOL

you know my girl always told me i may like life from her point of view.... i told her the kitchen has a gorgeous view of the mountains.

hahaha im done bashin the mrs. she's gonna read this and kill me while im sleeping haha


but in all realism yeah i know what you mean. we have a pretty good system. she knows if the door to the garden is shut when im in there, to leave me the fuck alone and give me some space.... haha....

my buddy Motiv303 and I have our little retreat practices LOL... shit cracks me up just thinking about em... every angle life is full of ladies wantin shit and complainin... right homie?!?? hahahaha nothing a little watchin the grass grow cant solve!

I was 15 and on probation at the time for MIP of a few grams of pot. I was hanging out down town, and had bought some orange microdots for a little party my close girlfriends and I were having. I bought them from a guy I knew wouldnt rip me off, but one of my good guy friends had some beef with the dude, and somehow convinced me that I needed to take one right then to test it, and if it was bunk him and this other, much older dude (I think he was 28... course now thats not a creepy age difference lol), would get my money back. Being the young and impressionable girl that I was, I took a hit. I was right, they were wrong. I tripped SO hard, and it was so super clean and good that despite the fact that some fucked up things happening that day, I still didn't have a bad trip LOL!

Much of that long, confusing day is a blur to me, LOL, but I do remember a few things. I had the rest of the dots in a cigarette cellophane inside an empty makeup compact in my pocket. Right as I was peeking I went with a goody-two-shoes, recently turned bad girl friend to smoke a joint she had down this little trail at the river front. RIght as we came back up the bank we were met by a cop car careening down the grassy bank. I tell myself to KEEP MY HAND OUT OF MY POCKET!! I am high enough at this point that in my inexperience with hard drugs, I am having a hard time maintaining, so of course I immediately stick my hand in my pocket. He gets out and starts questioning us, and I am begging myself to just be cool and not bring attention to the 5 hits of acid in my pocket, but I just can't fucking keep it together and while trying to answer his questions (and doing a super shoddy job of it too), I start opening and closing the compact in my pocket, and every time it opens and closes, the cellophane makes its obvious crinkly noise. I was certain that he is going to know I am high out of my mind and that I was about to spend the rest of my teenage years in a detention center, and was absolutely flipping out inside, but could not stop myself and take my damn hand out of my pocket.

By the grace of everything good in the world, he decided to let us go and I walked away shaking I was so scared and pumped up over the whole thing LOL. To this day I don't know why that cop didn't ask me WTF I had in my pocket. It was SO obvious!

Other highlights of the day include me meeting the most beautiful man (he was probably a teenager like I was at the time) I had ever met at that point in my life, but was so high right then that I couldn't do much more than be there all melted into whatever it was I was leaning against lol. Me feeling like the rest of the hits I had, had bad juju, and selling them to the older guy who had helped convince me to take them. ON the way to his house to get the $$ he told me it was his birthday and he wanted nothing more than me tied up to his bed. I was still a virgin at the time, tripping, and was freaked out by that, and refused to go to his house and waited down the block for him lol. Later that night, I was still hanging out down town, and he came up out of no where and started screaming at me that he took the 5 hits I sold him and wasn't tripping AT ALL and WTF did I do to the hits, I fucking ripped him off and what the fuck he does to rip offs and such! He grabbed me and just flung me like a rag doll into the wall. When I started crying, he wanted to hug me for scaring me and was so sorry. I ran into friends later that night who said they saw him and he was wandering around town just fucking tripping balls. Fucking psychopath! Finally, towards the end of the night, my good friend from earlier who helped talk me into taking the hit, came and found me and took me to a pizza place, and I puked on the table over the smell of parmesan cheese LOL LOL!

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My old partners bat shit crazy ex GF shows up at a grow and calls the cops saying she was kidnapped. Cops came, searched the house, found the grow. My friend had no paperwork on him. They checked the girl out, determined she was a fuckin whack job, and then checked the panel. When they saw that we weren't stealing electricity they told him to have a nice night, and if he had been steailing electrical he would have gone to jail. Now that's sketchy!!

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This is the biggest way i've seen so many otherwise smart guys get taken down, just happened to a buddy a month ago. needless to say, it didn't end up with cops walking out and saying have a good night, and since his house and possesions have been taken over i assume. I told him his chick hadda go, you can tell when their gonna be fucking crazy.......Take it easy

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but in all realism yeah i know what you mean. we have a pretty good system. she knows if the door to the garden is shut when im in there, to leave me the fuck alone and give me some space.... haha....

my buddy Motiv303 and I have our little retreat practices LOL... shit cracks me up just thinking about em... every angle life is full of ladies wantin shit and complainin... right homie?!?? hahahaha nothing a little watchin the grass grow cant solve!

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Amen to that Brother! If im in one of the rooms and the door is closed that means its MotivTime on the other side, lol. Ms Motiv knows most of the time if im even down there to let me do my thing and ill be up later.


So heres my story: At my previous location which was a condo building one night my lady and I are sleeping and all off a sudden I hear heavy pounding on my door, just like the cops do. Immediately im nervous as fuck because even though i have my paperwork and am legal to grow, im also way over plant count (this is before my count was raised substantially). So i get up and take a quick look to make sure nothing else incriminating is out, close the tent and flower closets up, and start heading for the door, meanwhile the pounding continues and im waiting for the door to get kicked in any second. I get to the doir and ask who it is, the reply is "Fire Department, open up sir and hurry" so again my heart jumps like "fuck the joint is burning down" and "Did i cause a fire somehow"? Turns out there was a major water leak in my next door neighbors condo and my unit has the main building shutoff. I take the fire fighter to the outdoor storage closet (which is also where my tent exhausted in to) to shut off the water, he does and on his way out of the closet he says "Jesus its hot in there, the neighbors isnt that hot, whats up with that?" So now im thinking im gonna get hit for fire code violation as well, fuck. So inside my lady is moving shit away from the wall because water is starting to come through and also hiding a few things. The fireman comes back and says he wants to check my ceiling nd walls for damage and the room that needed checking is where my tent and flower closet were and currently theres power cords running out of the closet and water heading right for them (fuck). So i tell him my lady isnt dressed, hold on. I got pull the cords, cut my carpet that goes from my hallway where the water is under the door to the closet and pull it away so he can see no water got under there and he has no nmeed to open that door.i let him in, he looks, and bounces. Whoo. Next the restoration guys have to come in (mind you this is a 1 bdr condo and the complex has an hoa) so i had to hide the grow. My tent ended up in my kitchen covered up with sheets and boxes and my flowering girls were put behind it with triple black trash bags over them to keep light out during dark cycle (during the fucking daytime while workers were there). It sat like that for 3 days while repairs were done and my condo fuckin reeked of a grow. No cops, no more firemen, and no hoa issues in the end. I did however find my first gray hairs on my head that week. Fuck. Lol. Peace all! Motiv

damn motiv that right there is close!

^That's some nerve racking shit!

I grew in the hills on a property with a modular unit, also had 10-20 plants outdoor for the season.

Was doing my work inside one day and a helicopter was buzzing around the hills, fuck... My outdoor plants are WAY under my limit but inside was a different story and I had trays and res' outside drying from a good cleaning.

The copter fly's over and comes back, completely avoids the outdoor plants 100 yards away that are 6-8 ft. tall and obvious. As the copter is circling the modular unit I cracked the front door and peeked out. The copter was so low I could make out the guy's face who was hanging out of the side door, fuck...

Copter fly's off again only to return 10 minutes later and circle once more and then bounce. To this day I have not fucking idea who they were. My assumption was that they were potential property buyers or tourist's because the land was in Napa Valley.

Also, had someone fiddling with my Front door knob one night. Cut the lights, loaded the shotgun, cocked it loud enough for the person to hear and got low on the floor waiting for someone to enter. Once they let off the knob I peeked through the window and it turned out to be a drunk neighbor who mixed up the location of her front door, I live in a condominium complex.

That was the first and only time I have been in a situation were I thought I would have to cut someone down.

GR33N

Got fired at United Airlines for possession of an Ice Cream Cake. We used to raid the leftover food from 1st class international flights. The union got my job bck after a couple weeks. The very 1st plane I went to clean in the overhead bin i found 200 100 dollar bills in an envelope. Damn near shot my pants. I stuffed it in pants, got it off the plane stashed it, never heard a word....That nite went outto dinner in a limosene, 5 star restraunt, drank till they carried me out....

lol off track but i was with my dad in malibu CA when i was in 4th grade driving down the coast to neptune's net (if you've never been there make it a life goal LOL) and i saw this little sports car kind of bottom out, and something dropped from underneath the car like a little cloth baggie. I told my dad LOOK and he turned around real quick (he was a surfer bum that taught me how to steal avacado's and get your car weighed and shit, all the tricks of the skate/surf life LOL) but anyways we get to the bag and he opens it and closes it real quick.

i remember meeting up with my sister and mom later and she was like flipping out thinking he was selling drugs and shit....

well anyway years later that story came back to me, cause i was a kid.... there was like 15K in cash, an ounce of yayo and like 5-6 grams of heroin. talk about a crazy fuckin find!!! none good but still..

2 couples and I went to dinner that nite. Champagne, mixed coctails all top shelf. The Briarwood in Boulder. I would tip the waiter everytime he came with drinks, had him lighting cigarettes for me standing by at table obeying my every command. Lobsters , prime rib, the whole she bang. Dinner was over $600.00 plus tips. The last straw was when I rolled and fied up a dube and the women we were with had had enough and wanted to leave. Carried me out, had to pull over limo for me to puke on way home.....Wild Times....

In another lifetime...... Summer of '80.

Had a gay college buddy who spent a lot of time down in South Beach. On his return flights he would bring back an entire suitcase of 714's.....usually 20-25 K in one shot. I was one of the peeps he called when he touched down....and I routinely snagged him curbside and took him home so he didn't have to leave a vehicle there @ the scareport for weeks on end.

I had the front cus we were so tight. I would drive across town to his house, thendirectly to the guy's house who wanted 'em. This cat was a friend of a friend...6-7 years older than me (I was 21-22 at the time)....and a >>serious<< junkie. The ludes were for the times when there was no junk...and the guy could eat 10 of em his tolerance was THAT far off the scale.

Usually...it was a drop/smoke one/get paid/leave gig. However, on my last run to his house...I show up, we do the gig, and I fire a joint. A couple of tokes in....his head starts turning side-to-side and he says "did you hear that?" . I didn't......but you know how it is on your own house when you KNOW someone's outside/etc....

He jumps up....and from under the table (on the chair the whole time/out of my sight) he brandishes a sawed-off shotgun and heads to the back door..... I head for the front door and my car..... and blew past another friend...who was standing on the porch.... unannounced. I got about to my car when the guy i was dealin with came around the side and I thought he was gonna shoot this guy on the spot for coming over w/o calling.... by then I was out of the driveway and tearin down the road. He called me later and I told him the gig was over....

was killer money but not worth dying for....