The political climate in California has provided a legal and safe market for business in the medicinal trade (I know big pharmaceutical companies don't feel that). For me I look at this as an escape from the world in which I live. I am an aberrant (learned that from brother Aberration) looking to legitimize my chosen profession. Although I have a lot to learn this has been a dream since a teen and now I'm living it. This isn't quite how I pictured it (thought I'd be outdoors). I never anticipated the loneliness. Never factored that into my ambitions. This is truly not an occupation for everyone. A lot of sacrifice involved. Only one person has seen anything 1st hand, because they were there from jump. I'd like to let some of my people know so that if anything should happen, they can try to salvage my work for ($ for) funeral arrangements or god forbid legal fees, but I find it hard to trust people. People talk too damn much. One of the only people I'd have trusted to work with w/o much thinking died on me. Hard to make new friends (same and opposite sex), afraid to leave for more than a day (sometimes less), SECURITY IS ALWAYS AN ISSUE. The friends part is hard because if its not cannabis related, most other things don't hold/catch my attention very long. So I don't have much to talk about, kinda isolated type of lifestyle. Pay's ok, but I kinda miss having a life too. I just wanted to get this off my chest because I don't really have any1 to talk to plus I'm not the friendliest, most personable dude either. Hell if it wasn't for prop 215, I don't know where I'd be right now. Probably working some job I hate out of boredom or worse. I;m debt free, working on complete independence , and providing jobs in my region. This leaves me with much to be thankful for. I guess its all a part of the universal balance, dunno. If any1 can feel this let me know. 
Keep it green and keep it lit. 
Keep it green and keep it lit. 
