See If I Remember How To Do This.....
See If I Remember How To Do This.....
It's been a year. A little more since I disappeared. Some of you have been asking what the hell happened. Before this point I really haven't wanted to talk about it, and maybe I still don't, but what the hell.... I did leave you all hanging.
I can't tell you the whole story. Doing so would basically out me. But for those of you that care, I'm still here, on the hill, doing what I always did.... and that is one of the problems. I can do another Another Crappy Day and it would sound almost identically to the last four or five. Point is I've rode this horse for a long fuckin time. The horse still goes, but the trip is the same, and it is beyond getting old.
Don't get me wrong. Do you have any idea how lucky I am? I'll be the first person to admit that skill played no part in the production. But in a war of attrition, I do seem to be the last one standing.... go figure.....
Anyway.
The garden is still there. Out in the gulch.... no change. A small change in the front garden though. There I put up a tarp so the plants don't get rained on. On the front deck we did the same thing so my starts can't be seen from the air.
The genetics are all the same. Skunkdog, Chem D, GG4, Valley, If it ain't broke, don't fix it. There are some new flavors in the wings, but until they prove themselves....
The last few Winters have been wet. This one is dry. The last year was a good one as far as weather went. Green Harvest flew, but without a ground crew. So, nobody here got visited. Dispensaries went and opened, with great fanfare, but within a month reality set in with the weed buying public. You got half as high for twice the money. Oh well.
So, it's kinda like everything has changed, yet nothing has changed. I sit here and do the same crap I've done for twenty years. If anything though, as time passed it has gotten easier, a niche, once built, is not easily abandoned. I've built myself a nice comfortable trap. And it's not like I don't have eyes. I have seen others expand. Little empires being built. Fact of the matter is if your not advancing, your declining. And I'm in decline, but I really don't care.
What is happening on the mainland is ugly. And it's gonna get uglier. A dinosaur like myself would stand no chance there. Yet, here, in the land that time forgot, that shit just doesn't affect us.
Other than the malaise, everything and everyone is good. The dogs send their love.
OH
See If I Remember How To Do This.....
It's been a year. A little more since I disappeared. Some of you have been asking what the hell happened. Before this point I really haven't wanted to talk about it, and maybe I still don't, but what the hell.... I did leave you all hanging.
I can't tell you the whole story. Doing so would basically out me. But for those of you that care, I'm still here, on the hill, doing what I always did.... and that is one of the problems. I can do another Another Crappy Day and it would sound almost identically to the last four or five. Point is I've rode this horse for a long fuckin time. The horse still goes, but the trip is the same, and it is beyond getting old.
Don't get me wrong. Do you have any idea how lucky I am? I'll be the first person to admit that skill played no part in the production. But in a war of attrition, I do seem to be the last one standing.... go figure.....
Anyway.
The garden is still there. Out in the gulch.... no change. A small change in the front garden though. There I put up a tarp so the plants don't get rained on. On the front deck we did the same thing so my starts can't be seen from the air.
The genetics are all the same. Skunkdog, Chem D, GG4, Valley, If it ain't broke, don't fix it. There are some new flavors in the wings, but until they prove themselves....
The last few Winters have been wet. This one is dry. The last year was a good one as far as weather went. Green Harvest flew, but without a ground crew. So, nobody here got visited. Dispensaries went and opened, with great fanfare, but within a month reality set in with the weed buying public. You got half as high for twice the money. Oh well.
So, it's kinda like everything has changed, yet nothing has changed. I sit here and do the same crap I've done for twenty years. If anything though, as time passed it has gotten easier, a niche, once built, is not easily abandoned. I've built myself a nice comfortable trap. And it's not like I don't have eyes. I have seen others expand. Little empires being built. Fact of the matter is if your not advancing, your declining. And I'm in decline, but I really don't care.
What is happening on the mainland is ugly. And it's gonna get uglier. A dinosaur like myself would stand no chance there. Yet, here, in the land that time forgot, that shit just doesn't affect us.
Other than the malaise, everything and everyone is good. The dogs send their love.
OH