RippedVanWnkl
New Member
So I'm just not really an online sort of person... I do web work for a living, but somehow never really got into posting, blogging, texting. I've found that careful reading of these pages has identified and provided solutions for every problem I've encountered... so to all the anonymous folks who have helped and never known it, Thank you! -- Probably most of my praise would go to one dedicated poster calls himself Roseman.
Here's my story...
I was born at the tail end of the post WWII baby boom, grew my hair out in '69 after the Hippy was buried in effigy in San Francisco (Cover of Time that week).
I tasted L*D in the summer of '68 and in '69 found weed and hashish... WOW.
For 15 years I was a daily smoker, when I could get some, and I lived with a dealer so I had free weed a lot.
I remember being absolutely STUNNED in the '70's when he started charging $20 for an ounce of Colombian... Seeds, Stems, Leaves and all... I mean, a LID cost $10 until then... and look at it now...
Almost a year after my only son was born I decided to lay down my weed. The wife and I had been leading a Teen Youth group at our church, my toking had declined to maybe twice a week, just a few tokes in a small hand carved pipe. I smoked a bowl and said "Hey Honey, Look:" and I threw the pipe, the remaining hash and weed into the wood stove...
Wow. That was hard. For the next twenty years I got lost in Christian America. Kept my nose to the grindstone and worked hard to raise my kid, feed my spouse, and keep a roof over our heads. Somewhere along the way I turned into a self righteous as***le.
My wife (God really does bless her) now calls that particular instantiation of my personality "Mr. Grumpy". We don't like him.
Stress at work (60 hour weeks!), Stress from trying to get the kid to graduate from High School and Stress in the marriage pushed me to start asking the question: "Why did I quit smoking weed?"
Eventually a compassionate employee said "If you want it... I can get it..."
I got it... went home... found the piece of Oak which had provided the original small hand carved pipe and made another...
Put some Lurrie Bell on the Boom Box and sat in the sun to have the first toke in 20 years...
WOW. My first thought was "When was the last time I relaxed?" as I eased back into the reclining lawn chair... followed rather quickly by "Damn, that's good music!" (from a crappy little boom box...mmm good music or good weed? maybe both)
Anyway, the next year I started growing, dirt, crappy little buds with a 100 watt HPS in a very tiny space. The next year I challenged myself to give up sobriety for Lent... smoked every day, for 40 days... and pretty much have not missed a day in the 4 or so years since.
During these last 4 years I discovered my early experimentation with H left my liver shot (Hep C, genotype 1a) Almost died trying the "cure" (Interferon/Ribiviran), don't know really how well it worked yet but since I quit 38 weeks early the chances are slim... I'll have my first Blood test in a year this month sometime. But my liver is not in good shape and I have a lot of issues with my intestines/stomach and digestion in general... when I'm cramping up, nothing helps like the quick surge of a fully mature Indica... and when I've had a rough night, a bowl of a good Sativa sets me right, better than coffee.
To that end, I have decided to abandon my rarely successful soil efforts and to do so have prepared by doing the following:
Created a 4 by 5 Bloom Room, and a small (barely 2 by 2 foot) Veg room.
My last soil plant is blooming, an SS Haze... I have an Ice and White Widow which should go into Bloom by this weekend. Journal will start when I cut the clones.
Peace 420 gurus... and again, a belated thank you for sharing your skills on this site, and this subject!
Here's my story...
I was born at the tail end of the post WWII baby boom, grew my hair out in '69 after the Hippy was buried in effigy in San Francisco (Cover of Time that week).
I tasted L*D in the summer of '68 and in '69 found weed and hashish... WOW.
For 15 years I was a daily smoker, when I could get some, and I lived with a dealer so I had free weed a lot.
I remember being absolutely STUNNED in the '70's when he started charging $20 for an ounce of Colombian... Seeds, Stems, Leaves and all... I mean, a LID cost $10 until then... and look at it now...
Almost a year after my only son was born I decided to lay down my weed. The wife and I had been leading a Teen Youth group at our church, my toking had declined to maybe twice a week, just a few tokes in a small hand carved pipe. I smoked a bowl and said "Hey Honey, Look:" and I threw the pipe, the remaining hash and weed into the wood stove...
Wow. That was hard. For the next twenty years I got lost in Christian America. Kept my nose to the grindstone and worked hard to raise my kid, feed my spouse, and keep a roof over our heads. Somewhere along the way I turned into a self righteous as***le.
My wife (God really does bless her) now calls that particular instantiation of my personality "Mr. Grumpy". We don't like him.
Stress at work (60 hour weeks!), Stress from trying to get the kid to graduate from High School and Stress in the marriage pushed me to start asking the question: "Why did I quit smoking weed?"
Eventually a compassionate employee said "If you want it... I can get it..."
I got it... went home... found the piece of Oak which had provided the original small hand carved pipe and made another...
Put some Lurrie Bell on the Boom Box and sat in the sun to have the first toke in 20 years...
WOW. My first thought was "When was the last time I relaxed?" as I eased back into the reclining lawn chair... followed rather quickly by "Damn, that's good music!" (from a crappy little boom box...mmm good music or good weed? maybe both)
Anyway, the next year I started growing, dirt, crappy little buds with a 100 watt HPS in a very tiny space. The next year I challenged myself to give up sobriety for Lent... smoked every day, for 40 days... and pretty much have not missed a day in the 4 or so years since.
During these last 4 years I discovered my early experimentation with H left my liver shot (Hep C, genotype 1a) Almost died trying the "cure" (Interferon/Ribiviran), don't know really how well it worked yet but since I quit 38 weeks early the chances are slim... I'll have my first Blood test in a year this month sometime. But my liver is not in good shape and I have a lot of issues with my intestines/stomach and digestion in general... when I'm cramping up, nothing helps like the quick surge of a fully mature Indica... and when I've had a rough night, a bowl of a good Sativa sets me right, better than coffee.
To that end, I have decided to abandon my rarely successful soil efforts and to do so have prepared by doing the following:
Created a 4 by 5 Bloom Room, and a small (barely 2 by 2 foot) Veg room.
My last soil plant is blooming, an SS Haze... I have an Ice and White Widow which should go into Bloom by this weekend. Journal will start when I cut the clones.
Peace 420 gurus... and again, a belated thank you for sharing your skills on this site, and this subject!
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and Greenest Regards in all you do. 
