So I like smoking it. But man, I really am starting to enjoy growing it.
I was sitting on a 5 gallon bucket today, working on defoliating my plants, and I was humming mozart. And I stopped and realized, wow, thats not like me. I'm actually happy. I'm doing something that makes me fucking happy.
You guys have no idea. I went through hell the last few years dealing with my father. And I finally have time to my self and I'm doing something that genuinely makes me happy. 12 years ago I took a desk job, and moved away from a blue collar job where I worked with my hands. And I have just missed doing something like this for so long. To sit and do something mindless where I can just sit and think. Its wonderful. And to not constantly have that dark shadow over me of my father demanding to be involved in every aspect of my life.