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Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Embracing the Suck.
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Surfd what is compliance check really,all fruit from poisonous tree,after establishing no warrant,course we know dey do what dey want.db did they jus count or did they do mature immature thing as well.did they ask about keikis?or strictly plant count ,show cards and pau.mahalos for info and OH sorry to hijack.........
OH don't mind we keeping it going. They counted only and were not concerned about maturity, I would have failed that part.
Showed cards and answered stupid questions. Like what is the last 4 digs of your ss # I wanted to be a smart ass and say you are holding it in your hand. Aloha DB
I AM NOT AN ANIMAL! I AM A HUMAN BEING....kinda silly.
I AM NOT AN ANIMAL! I AM A HUMAN BEING....kinda silly.
Ok, childern, let's review some garbage from the first post. And I quote:
This thread can not be hijacked. You want it? It's yours. Take it where you will, care for it like you stole it. Slap your pics up. Return it wrecked....who cares? Turn the page.
I think I was rather clear. Never the less, question must be answered.
I . . . Who took the money?
Who took the money away?
I . . . It's always showtime.
Here at the edge of the stage.
I, I, I, wake up and wonder
What was the place, what was the name?
We wanna wait, but here we go again...
The fact of the matter is until one of you drones goes and puts up a dedicated Hawaii thread, this'll have to do. And you all know I take crappy pics with this jackshit old phone of mine, so I kinda depend on you all to make up for my deficency in that department.
Now. I have a problem. It seems that my first premise about it being a wet or dry Winter may have been a bit hasty. The day after I threw up that post, our lovely Weather Service came out with the annual Winter prediction. They seen to think a mild El Nino will lead to a dry Winter. Then, to seem like they know what they are talking about, we go and get a couple of weeks of perfect. Like advertised, the fronts and rain haven't making it down the island chain this far.
In the press release, they mention that this has been the wettest Summer in thirty years. What the conveinenty forgot to mention was that the last Summer's prediction said NOTHING about how it was gonna be the wettest Summer since Greyskull was in short pants. And they were making big noises about the El Nino that was soon gonna form, but never did.
So, who you gonna believe? Weather Service, with their wonderful record for being correct, or your lying eyes?
I . . . takes over slowly,
But doesn't last very long.
I . . . no need to worry,
Everything's under control.
O - U - T But no hard feelings.
What do you know? Take you away.
We're being taken for a ride again.
I got a girlfriend that's better than that,
She has the smoke in her eyes
She's moving up, going right through my house,
She's gonna give me surprise
Better than this, know that it's right,
I think you can if you like.
I got a girlfriend with bows in her hair.
And nothing is better than that.
(Is it?)
Either way it doesn't matter. The clones are cut and rooting, the seeds cracked. To go back now and try to change horses mid stream would just fuck everything up. Burn time which I don't have. Nowhere to go but foreward. On this Winter's plate are finding the Scogi keepers. That's all. One simple task. Let Casper fuck with his Lemon Penitrator, let Grey mess with another pile of Mainland refugees, they hit gold, I'll guilt a cut out of 'em. I just want to find and clone the killer Scogi cut. I know it's out there. Casper had it, but FAILED to make cuts....of the right one. The average one? The junk one? Saved for posterity. Never send a boy to do a man's work.....Let's see his pidgen reply to that!
Down, down in the basement.
We hear the sound of machines.
I, I, I'm driving in circles.
Come to my senses sometimes.
Why, why, why, why start it over?
Nothing was lost, everthing's free.
I don't care how impossible it seems.
That fell right into place. Go figure.
Now pardon me Backyard, while I mess with you. Wait a minute. You ain't done yet? Slippin' there boy....
You have been giving me a light rub about my lack of, well, a roof. Now, any smart, normal, person, would have said 'Fuck this!', and put the damn roof up. As you know, and others are figuring out this very second, I am neither smart or normal. While others do the easy and logical thing, I prefer the hard illogical road. Rather than slap a stupid roof up like any moron, I went and attacked the problem from the other direction.
I made it so the damn strain won't rot. And it worked. Acording to the National Weather Service I just went thru the wettest Summer in thirty years. All it took was countless generations of Skunkdog clones grown in the same crap, in the same place, and the strain adjusts to the weather. Same with the GG4. The rot resistance even appears to be transferable. None of the Scogis rotted either. What did rot was the new flavors. They rotted in spades.
Somebody calls you but you cannot hear.
Get closer to be far away.
Only one look and that's all that we need.
Maybe that's all that it takes.
All that it takes, all that it takes,
All that it takes, all that it takes.
I got a girlfriend that's betther than that.
And she goes wherever she likes. (there she goes...)
For all the people not from Hawaii, who do not currently live here, sorry, I gotta ask you to leave. Past this point, nothing for you here.
Thanks for understanding. Bye bye.
They gone yet? Weez, go check.
Good.
This is what I wanted to talk about with all the mainland guys gone. We gotta be nice to them. Here we are a full month before Winter is even started, the're freezing their balls off, and the're screwed. They don't even know it yet but they have months to freeze, endless, ugly, miserable cold, Siberia comming their way every morning. There fucked.
Now, they will say shit like, "Oh we love the cold." and "We love to ski" and "I don't see how you live with no change of season". Don't let them get away with those lies. We know. Ask them how they like to hit that patch of black ice doing 60 down the freeway. How do they feel after the snowplow burried their car? Betcha they LOVE that shit too.
They'll say shit like "How does it feel to have your house burried in lava?" And you can answer back truthfully "Warm and toasty." Can they say the same?
Don't tell them yet, but I'm gonna keep this puppy going, instead of aborting it like usual at the end of the year. And I'm gonna need your kokua to rub it...opps sorry....help them "think" warm. At least until the sun finally comes back....half a year from now.
Half a year...that's a long assed time to grow NOTHING outside except icecles. Well, there's a word I never used before. Does it show?
We're gonna need to burn some bandwidth with warm. I want to see sunsets, ocean shots, chicks in tiny bikinis, pretty flowers, not reruns, real time shots of the stuff we see every Winter. And plants, lots of pretty bud shots. You know, shit they have no hope of growing outside.
Think of it as sharing, not rubbing it in. After all.........say it with me.
Flights leave daily.
I got a girlfriend thats better that this.
And you don't remember at all.
As we get older and stop making sense,
You won't find her waiting long.
Stop making sense, stop making sense...stop making sense, making sense.
I got a girlfriend that's better than that,
And nothing is better that this.
I AM NOT AN ANIMAL! I AM A HUMAN BEING....kinda silly.
Ok, childern, let's review some garbage from the first post. And I quote:
This thread can not be hijacked. You want it? It's yours. Take it where you will, care for it like you stole it. Slap your pics up. Return it wrecked....who cares? Turn the page.
I think I was rather clear. Never the less, question must be answered.
I . . . Who took the money?
Who took the money away?
I . . . It's always showtime.
Here at the edge of the stage.
I, I, I, wake up and wonder
What was the place, what was the name?
We wanna wait, but here we go again...
The fact of the matter is until one of you drones goes and puts up a dedicated Hawaii thread, this'll have to do. And you all know I take crappy pics with this jackshit old phone of mine, so I kinda depend on you all to make up for my deficency in that department.
Now. I have a problem. It seems that my first premise about it being a wet or dry Winter may have been a bit hasty. The day after I threw up that post, our lovely Weather Service came out with the annual Winter prediction. They seen to think a mild El Nino will lead to a dry Winter. Then, to seem like they know what they are talking about, we go and get a couple of weeks of perfect. Like advertised, the fronts and rain haven't making it down the island chain this far.
In the press release, they mention that this has been the wettest Summer in thirty years. What the conveinenty forgot to mention was that the last Summer's prediction said NOTHING about how it was gonna be the wettest Summer since Greyskull was in short pants. And they were making big noises about the El Nino that was soon gonna form, but never did.
So, who you gonna believe? Weather Service, with their wonderful record for being correct, or your lying eyes?
I . . . takes over slowly,
But doesn't last very long.
I . . . no need to worry,
Everything's under control.
O - U - T But no hard feelings.
What do you know? Take you away.
We're being taken for a ride again.
I got a girlfriend that's better than that,
She has the smoke in her eyes
She's moving up, going right through my house,
She's gonna give me surprise
Better than this, know that it's right,
I think you can if you like.
I got a girlfriend with bows in her hair.
And nothing is better than that.
(Is it?)
Either way it doesn't matter. The clones are cut and rooting, the seeds cracked. To go back now and try to change horses mid stream would just fuck everything up. Burn time which I don't have. Nowhere to go but foreward. On this Winter's plate are finding the Scogi keepers. That's all. One simple task. Let Casper fuck with his Lemon Penitrator, let Grey mess with another pile of Mainland refugees, they hit gold, I'll guilt a cut out of 'em. I just want to find and clone the killer Scogi cut. I know it's out there. Casper had it, but FAILED to make cuts....of the right one. The average one? The junk one? Saved for posterity. Never send a boy to do a man's work.....Let's see his pidgen reply to that!
Down, down in the basement.
We hear the sound of machines.
I, I, I'm driving in circles.
Come to my senses sometimes.
Why, why, why, why start it over?
Nothing was lost, everthing's free.
I don't care how impossible it seems.
That fell right into place. Go figure.
Now pardon me Backyard, while I mess with you. Wait a minute. You ain't done yet? Slippin' there boy....
You have been giving me a light rub about my lack of, well, a roof. Now, any smart, normal, person, would have said 'Fuck this!', and put the damn roof up. As you know, and others are figuring out this very second, I am neither smart or normal. While others do the easy and logical thing, I prefer the hard illogical road. Rather than slap a stupid roof up like any moron, I went and attacked the problem from the other direction.
I made it so the damn strain won't rot. And it worked. Acording to the National Weather Service I just went thru the wettest Summer in thirty years. All it took was countless generations of Skunkdog clones grown in the same crap, in the same place, and the strain adjusts to the weather. Same with the GG4. The rot resistance even appears to be transferable. None of the Scogis rotted either. What did rot was the new flavors. They rotted in spades.
Somebody calls you but you cannot hear.
Get closer to be far away.
Only one look and that's all that we need.
Maybe that's all that it takes.
All that it takes, all that it takes,
All that it takes, all that it takes.
I got a girlfriend that's betther than that.
And she goes wherever she likes. (there she goes...)
For all the people not from Hawaii, who do not currently live here, sorry, I gotta ask you to leave. Past this point, nothing for you here.
Thanks for understanding. Bye bye.
They gone yet? Weez, go check.
Good.
This is what I wanted to talk about with all the mainland guys gone. We gotta be nice to them. Here we are a full month before Winter is even started, the're freezing their balls off, and the're screwed. They don't even know it yet but they have months to freeze, endless, ugly, miserable cold, Siberia comming their way every morning. There fucked.
Now, they will say shit like, "Oh we love the cold." and "We love to ski" and "I don't see how you live with no change of season". Don't let them get away with those lies. We know. Ask them how they like to hit that patch of black ice doing 60 down the freeway. How do they feel after the snowplow burried their car? Betcha they LOVE that shit too.
They'll say shit like "How does it feel to have your house burried in lava?" And you can answer back truthfully "Warm and toasty." Can they say the same?
Don't tell them yet, but I'm gonna keep this puppy going, instead of aborting it like usual at the end of the year. And I'm gonna need your kokua to rub it...opps sorry....help them "think" warm. At least until the sun finally comes back....half a year from now.
Half a year...that's a long assed time to grow NOTHING outside except icecles. Well, there's a word I never used before. Does it show?
We're gonna need to burn some bandwidth with warm. I want to see sunsets, ocean shots, chicks in tiny bikinis, pretty flowers, not reruns, real time shots of the stuff we see every Winter. And plants, lots of pretty bud shots. You know, shit they have no hope of growing outside.
Think of it as sharing, not rubbing it in. After all.........say it with me.
Flights leave daily.
I got a girlfriend thats better that this.
And you don't remember at all.
As we get older and stop making sense,
You won't find her waiting long.
Stop making sense, stop making sense...stop making sense, making sense.
I got a girlfriend that's better than that,
And nothing is better that this.
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Still a couple mainlanders lurking.
Let's show them how to get a winter on.
Wake n bake.
Then bask a bit
Let momma nature see to the watering.
Got flowers?
Only 24/7/365.
Fat n happy with a one day tan.
Best come feel aloha, while you still can.
Get's too crowded? Just might call pau
Might decide to seal the borders any day now.
Aloha,
Weeze
Let's show them how to get a winter on.
Wake n bake.
Then bask a bit
Let momma nature see to the watering.
Got flowers?
Only 24/7/365.
Fat n happy with a one day tan.
Best come feel aloha, while you still can.
Get's too crowded? Just might call pau
Might decide to seal the borders any day now.
Aloha,
Weeze
Stupid Hawaii and it's lack of seasons....unless you live on North Shore Oahu, then you know its winter when traffic is backed up all the way to Haleiwa from Ehukai because of some dumb waves.
or you wake up at dawn to this and have to put a t-shirt on to keep warm.
and Don't even bring up the silly carbon-footprint-less herbs that grow year-round.
or you wake up at dawn to this and have to put a t-shirt on to keep warm.
and Don't even bring up the silly carbon-footprint-less herbs that grow year-round.
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Big ups for that Talking Heads reference OH
Big ups for that Talking Heads reference OH
But you gotta remember that not all of us mainlanders freeze all winter. Some of my best plants are harvested in Feb-April. Veg time may take longer due to less sun intensity but the final product is usually good to great.
Fall is so hot here that even pure sativas can struggle if they are not planted directly in the ground and it's a lot of work to keep the girls in pots happy and mold/rot free plus you usually have a hurricane or two to make things interesting.
This was my labor of love/giant pain in the ass project this fall.
ACE Guatemala grown in a 15 gal pot in a 4+ foot deep hole. She got 2 gals in the AM and 2 gals in the PM and most days she was wilted in the PM if we got no rain that day.
8 foot ladder for perspective. She might have been 20+ feet tall if she was in the ground and not topped.
Big ups for that Talking Heads reference OH
But you gotta remember that not all of us mainlanders freeze all winter. Some of my best plants are harvested in Feb-April. Veg time may take longer due to less sun intensity but the final product is usually good to great.
Fall is so hot here that even pure sativas can struggle if they are not planted directly in the ground and it's a lot of work to keep the girls in pots happy and mold/rot free plus you usually have a hurricane or two to make things interesting.
This was my labor of love/giant pain in the ass project this fall.
ACE Guatemala grown in a 15 gal pot in a 4+ foot deep hole. She got 2 gals in the AM and 2 gals in the PM and most days she was wilted in the PM if we got no rain that day.
8 foot ladder for perspective. She might have been 20+ feet tall if she was in the ground and not topped.
My sincere best wishes to DB or anybody else close to the lava flow, sinkholes suck ass but I think I'd still take that option over fiery molten death.
I always enjoy the thread and your adventures, if any of you ever make it to America's wang, be sure to let me know ahead of time cause I'd sure like to burn one down with you!
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I always enjoy the thread and your adventures, if any of you ever make it to America's wang, be sure to let me know ahead of time cause I'd sure like to burn one down with you!
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Story Time.....
Story Time.....
I've been slipping.
Here we are, 2014 is almost pau.
I'm looking around, there will be, by my count, another sixteen small, inconcequential, plants left to take, before this year is in the books.
Wait a sec, again, I appear to be a bit hasty. I stand corrected. Florida does not, and thus, my entire assertion, that the Mainland will be, and is, a frigid open cesspool, and that it is incapable of supporting a decent Cannibis plant outside, for the next six months.....
The second part of the that statement is wrong. As Dawn pointed out it does appear they can grow a decent plant. My bad.
Moving along.....did they catch that?
Oh and Dawn? The last time someone died in a Hawaiian eruption was in 1924. I believe, recenty, a sinkhole ate some poor bastard, and I know one ate a whole pile of expensive cars not too long ago. Should the lava have been comming, they would have had weeks to move them cars! Let alone the poor bastard that got swallowed. He would have had a week to clear out. And more than enough time to take his shit with him.
So firey death? Only when we chuck a virgin in to appease Pele. < insert joke about how hard virgins are to find here>....
More reasons to pick lava. When lava touches your house, it burns. So your fire insurance pays you off for the full insured value of the house. I don't believe you get shit from insurance when your house unexpectedly falls into a crater that wasn't there yesterday.
Green Harvest flew yesterday. Once again Liteweight made the correct call. Is that boy good or what? Ya know, I trained him!
I made this point earlier. I'll make it again.
Why are they even bothering to do this? You want to know what was far more effective than GH was for wiping out plants? The wet Summer. Almost everyone that went long outside got hurt by those two back to back storms. GH was nothing.
And believe me, those bastards used to project power. Back in the good old Reagan days of the War on drugs. Man those were the days.....what's that? Over stashed in the pile in the corner? Under all those cobwebs?
Thats where I put it after it came back from the shop. Some of you remember the last incedent? Last time some of you poor fuckers got stranded at the bottom of Kahoma Stream. At least no bodybags. What? Try it again?
Hop in. Set it to 1976. Hope this works. I added tunes.
You may find yourself,
Living in a shotgun shack.
You may find yourself,
In another part of the world.
And you may find yourself,
behind the wheel of a large automobile.
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house
with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself
Well? How did I get here?
In 1976 I was 15. Pretty much a straight A student. My sister, now dead, was once again up to her usual tricks. Up at the tennis courts every day smoking pot and doing god knows what else. Pops decided she needed a shadow, so I was nominated. At that point in time, I stood 6 ft tall and weighed 135, with big horned rimmed glasses. Growing up here I was always a Haole, a big, fat, but an untouchable target. Pops was the doctor to most of my fellow students parents.
Since they couldn't beat on me without catching cracks from home, I was ignored. I may have been a worm, but I wasn't a rat, so pop never learned what happened up at the tennis court. It slowly worked to my advantage, I got to know a group of the older kids she was fucki...opps, hanging out with.
Things grew worse with my sister, soon she was running away, Since I knew her friends, It became my job to go and find her, after two of three stops, she was easy to find. After a few of these searches it became, I got the car, we know where she is, let's go beach!
About this time, Shane and Brian got busted. Brian's plants around the house were taken, Shane's in the gulch, missed, The cops were comming back, Shane gave my sister 11 plants 4 ft tall in Foldgers Coffee cans. She gave them to me.
Remember dad was a doctor. The job came with a giant house with five acres of garden. Built in 1932, by the CCC, everywhere had acres of gardens, all overgrown, because in 1977 the state didn't have the money to upkeep private gardens, they had all fell into jungle. Beautiful, hand cut stone terraces, covered in Ginger. Burried for years.
I was able to talk to Shane before they busted him. He told me to dig deep holes, get them out of the cans, and into the dirt. Then he was gone.
Up I went into the ginger. Dug deep holes. Put all 11 plants 100 ft away from moms front door. Nobody went up there. I thought. Enter Nekaido.
Nekaido was the gardener we shared with the rest of the houses. We never saw him, nothing ever seemed to get done, but he knew about the plants hours after they went in. This was all new to me, so I was always looking at the plants, watching them grow. One day, one of the plants was gone, cut and left. Over the next three weeks two more met a similar fate. Cut and left.
Then they all stayed in place.Later I discovered Nekaido's plants. Not far from mine. Without saying a word, he yanked my males.
Shane and Brian pleaded guilty. Back then justice was quite different than it is now. They were given the choise of jail here for a year, or leave Maui to the Mainland for two. They both chose exile. Quicky. To L.A.
September rolled around, by then the plants were topping 10 ft. They began to flower, a process that facinated me. I had never smoked weed yet, let alone grow it, but this was working out good.
End of October they were starting to die back, so they must be ready. I took them all, took the stems out, so they could fit in a big box, crushed this giant mass of wet reeking weed into cardboard box, taped it up as best I could, and sent seven pounds thru the US mail, with a note. Here's your weed.
Still never smoked, to me it was a fun adventure. I did it, fine, that was fun.
Then I got the check. Really, checks. Four thousand bucks. And a note. Here's your half. Send more.
And you may ask yourself,
how do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife.
So, I have paper in my hand worth as much as pops makes in a month. No way to cash it. Worse yet, I just found my nitche. I knew what I wanted to do. Fuck picking Pineapples. Now I gotta pull the sell job of the lifetime.
It went something like this.
"Dad, Do you remember Shane?" I begin.
"Oh, do you mean Fidel? Fidel Castro? Yea, I remember him" dad replies. (Dad caught him driving moms car, stolen by sis, who let him drive, when confronted by dad, he said his name was Fidel Castro.....dad was not amused.
"Well, anyway, When Fidel got busted, he gave me some plants."
"What kind of plants?" dad damn well knows, he's just letting me twist in the wind.
"Marijuana dad" I reply.
"Are you smoking marijuana? he asks.
"No, I just grew them."
"Well where are they now?"
"Gone, sent them to Shane. He sent me back some money."
"Really? How much?" got him now.
Hand him the checks. He slowly looks at each one. and for the first time I hear the magic word.
"Fuck." First time I heard him use that word in a statement. Casual.
"Let me think about this. Don't tell your mother." End of discussion
You may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go to?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right of wrong?
And you may say to yourself
"My God, What have I done?"
A week later, in came the jury, with the verdict.
Not guilty. I had come clean early enough. I got the cash, bought the car, and not three weeks later wrecked it. Mom found out, she crucified poor dad, It all came crashing down
A few months later, dad retired. We moved down to the beach, to a place I never had a hope of growing a big plant in. It didn't matter by that point. I had a plan, and nothing was stopping me.
Let's head back. I can't spend too long here, for me, in this place, at this moment, the dead live.
Same as it ever was.
Same as it ever was.
Time isn't holding us.
Time isn't after us.
Same as it ever was.
Story Time.....
I've been slipping.
Here we are, 2014 is almost pau.
I'm looking around, there will be, by my count, another sixteen small, inconcequential, plants left to take, before this year is in the books.
Wait a sec, again, I appear to be a bit hasty. I stand corrected. Florida does not, and thus, my entire assertion, that the Mainland will be, and is, a frigid open cesspool, and that it is incapable of supporting a decent Cannibis plant outside, for the next six months.....
The second part of the that statement is wrong. As Dawn pointed out it does appear they can grow a decent plant. My bad.
Moving along.....did they catch that?
Oh and Dawn? The last time someone died in a Hawaiian eruption was in 1924. I believe, recenty, a sinkhole ate some poor bastard, and I know one ate a whole pile of expensive cars not too long ago. Should the lava have been comming, they would have had weeks to move them cars! Let alone the poor bastard that got swallowed. He would have had a week to clear out. And more than enough time to take his shit with him.
So firey death? Only when we chuck a virgin in to appease Pele. < insert joke about how hard virgins are to find here>....
More reasons to pick lava. When lava touches your house, it burns. So your fire insurance pays you off for the full insured value of the house. I don't believe you get shit from insurance when your house unexpectedly falls into a crater that wasn't there yesterday.
Green Harvest flew yesterday. Once again Liteweight made the correct call. Is that boy good or what? Ya know, I trained him!
I made this point earlier. I'll make it again.
Why are they even bothering to do this? You want to know what was far more effective than GH was for wiping out plants? The wet Summer. Almost everyone that went long outside got hurt by those two back to back storms. GH was nothing.
And believe me, those bastards used to project power. Back in the good old Reagan days of the War on drugs. Man those were the days.....what's that? Over stashed in the pile in the corner? Under all those cobwebs?
Thats where I put it after it came back from the shop. Some of you remember the last incedent? Last time some of you poor fuckers got stranded at the bottom of Kahoma Stream. At least no bodybags. What? Try it again?
Hop in. Set it to 1976. Hope this works. I added tunes.
You may find yourself,
Living in a shotgun shack.
You may find yourself,
In another part of the world.
And you may find yourself,
behind the wheel of a large automobile.
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house
with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself
Well? How did I get here?
In 1976 I was 15. Pretty much a straight A student. My sister, now dead, was once again up to her usual tricks. Up at the tennis courts every day smoking pot and doing god knows what else. Pops decided she needed a shadow, so I was nominated. At that point in time, I stood 6 ft tall and weighed 135, with big horned rimmed glasses. Growing up here I was always a Haole, a big, fat, but an untouchable target. Pops was the doctor to most of my fellow students parents.
Since they couldn't beat on me without catching cracks from home, I was ignored. I may have been a worm, but I wasn't a rat, so pop never learned what happened up at the tennis court. It slowly worked to my advantage, I got to know a group of the older kids she was fucki...opps, hanging out with.
Things grew worse with my sister, soon she was running away, Since I knew her friends, It became my job to go and find her, after two of three stops, she was easy to find. After a few of these searches it became, I got the car, we know where she is, let's go beach!
About this time, Shane and Brian got busted. Brian's plants around the house were taken, Shane's in the gulch, missed, The cops were comming back, Shane gave my sister 11 plants 4 ft tall in Foldgers Coffee cans. She gave them to me.
Remember dad was a doctor. The job came with a giant house with five acres of garden. Built in 1932, by the CCC, everywhere had acres of gardens, all overgrown, because in 1977 the state didn't have the money to upkeep private gardens, they had all fell into jungle. Beautiful, hand cut stone terraces, covered in Ginger. Burried for years.
I was able to talk to Shane before they busted him. He told me to dig deep holes, get them out of the cans, and into the dirt. Then he was gone.
Up I went into the ginger. Dug deep holes. Put all 11 plants 100 ft away from moms front door. Nobody went up there. I thought. Enter Nekaido.
Nekaido was the gardener we shared with the rest of the houses. We never saw him, nothing ever seemed to get done, but he knew about the plants hours after they went in. This was all new to me, so I was always looking at the plants, watching them grow. One day, one of the plants was gone, cut and left. Over the next three weeks two more met a similar fate. Cut and left.
Then they all stayed in place.Later I discovered Nekaido's plants. Not far from mine. Without saying a word, he yanked my males.
Shane and Brian pleaded guilty. Back then justice was quite different than it is now. They were given the choise of jail here for a year, or leave Maui to the Mainland for two. They both chose exile. Quicky. To L.A.
September rolled around, by then the plants were topping 10 ft. They began to flower, a process that facinated me. I had never smoked weed yet, let alone grow it, but this was working out good.
End of October they were starting to die back, so they must be ready. I took them all, took the stems out, so they could fit in a big box, crushed this giant mass of wet reeking weed into cardboard box, taped it up as best I could, and sent seven pounds thru the US mail, with a note. Here's your weed.
Still never smoked, to me it was a fun adventure. I did it, fine, that was fun.
Then I got the check. Really, checks. Four thousand bucks. And a note. Here's your half. Send more.
And you may ask yourself,
how do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife.
So, I have paper in my hand worth as much as pops makes in a month. No way to cash it. Worse yet, I just found my nitche. I knew what I wanted to do. Fuck picking Pineapples. Now I gotta pull the sell job of the lifetime.
It went something like this.
"Dad, Do you remember Shane?" I begin.
"Oh, do you mean Fidel? Fidel Castro? Yea, I remember him" dad replies. (Dad caught him driving moms car, stolen by sis, who let him drive, when confronted by dad, he said his name was Fidel Castro.....dad was not amused.
"Well, anyway, When Fidel got busted, he gave me some plants."
"What kind of plants?" dad damn well knows, he's just letting me twist in the wind.
"Marijuana dad" I reply.
"Are you smoking marijuana? he asks.
"No, I just grew them."
"Well where are they now?"
"Gone, sent them to Shane. He sent me back some money."
"Really? How much?" got him now.
Hand him the checks. He slowly looks at each one. and for the first time I hear the magic word.
"Fuck." First time I heard him use that word in a statement. Casual.
"Let me think about this. Don't tell your mother." End of discussion
You may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go to?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right of wrong?
And you may say to yourself
"My God, What have I done?"
A week later, in came the jury, with the verdict.
Not guilty. I had come clean early enough. I got the cash, bought the car, and not three weeks later wrecked it. Mom found out, she crucified poor dad, It all came crashing down
A few months later, dad retired. We moved down to the beach, to a place I never had a hope of growing a big plant in. It didn't matter by that point. I had a plan, and nothing was stopping me.
Let's head back. I can't spend too long here, for me, in this place, at this moment, the dead live.
Same as it ever was.
Same as it ever was.
Time isn't holding us.
Time isn't after us.
Same as it ever was.
I love going way back with you...do you think next time we can puff with Oprah instead off just posting in her driveway?
What? You Didn't get the memo?
What? You Didn't get the memo?
This one probably won't be a long one....it may not be one at all.
All depends when wifey get up and starts yappin'. The last three days, Winter has set up shop. Lows of 45, 47, and tonite, again 47. This cold encourages late sleeping, so, you never know, get chance.
So, the whales are here. Almost rear ended some stupid haole stopped on the pali. So, what else is new?
Weather looks promising. Uh oh, he's going into speech mode.....
Growing outdoors here, the outdoors part is kinda important. It is good to at least have a path set out. Sure, could be wrong, but at least an educated guess. Keep in mind, this gets me nowhere, because you'll forget if I call it right, and remember if I call it wrong. But here goes. Gonna be a dry one.
This makes perfect sense. Why? Because I got nutnin going. Ahh....not quite, We got this. Gogi is looking good. Too bad it's so small.
But as a rule, for the next couple of months, all that sun is gonna do is warm up empty dirt.
Now, just for comparison, one of the newer of our little hive, newer, and thus, far less jaded, decided to disregard my little warning, went and got full value out of his card.
Catch this. Believe me, it is a feat.
He harvested a bit earlier than me. Replanted. Now, so what? We both did that. Well he did it again. Oh fuck! I gotta song! It just popped up.
He's going the distance,
He's going for speed.....
Not into the rest.... want something pointless to do? Can't, burning time.
Anyway, where, I went and got lazy, he worked. He'll pull that last 21. Right before Christmas. Now, he will be rewarded, I would bet, with perfect conditions, since they benifit me not. That's just the way it is. He'll get ...three lbs. I took two months off. I will leave it up to you as to which tack was smarter.
But I know something. A way to catch up fast. An old canefield trick. And I'll tell you more about it.....
Later.
The sun's up, I got shit to do and wifey is beginning to yap.
Fuck me running.
What? You Didn't get the memo?
This one probably won't be a long one....it may not be one at all.
All depends when wifey get up and starts yappin'. The last three days, Winter has set up shop. Lows of 45, 47, and tonite, again 47. This cold encourages late sleeping, so, you never know, get chance.
So, the whales are here. Almost rear ended some stupid haole stopped on the pali. So, what else is new?
Weather looks promising. Uh oh, he's going into speech mode.....
Growing outdoors here, the outdoors part is kinda important. It is good to at least have a path set out. Sure, could be wrong, but at least an educated guess. Keep in mind, this gets me nowhere, because you'll forget if I call it right, and remember if I call it wrong. But here goes. Gonna be a dry one.
This makes perfect sense. Why? Because I got nutnin going. Ahh....not quite, We got this. Gogi is looking good. Too bad it's so small.
But as a rule, for the next couple of months, all that sun is gonna do is warm up empty dirt.
Now, just for comparison, one of the newer of our little hive, newer, and thus, far less jaded, decided to disregard my little warning, went and got full value out of his card.
Catch this. Believe me, it is a feat.
He harvested a bit earlier than me. Replanted. Now, so what? We both did that. Well he did it again. Oh fuck! I gotta song! It just popped up.
He's going the distance,
He's going for speed.....
Not into the rest.... want something pointless to do? Can't, burning time.
Anyway, where, I went and got lazy, he worked. He'll pull that last 21. Right before Christmas. Now, he will be rewarded, I would bet, with perfect conditions, since they benifit me not. That's just the way it is. He'll get ...three lbs. I took two months off. I will leave it up to you as to which tack was smarter.
But I know something. A way to catch up fast. An old canefield trick. And I'll tell you more about it.....
Later.
The sun's up, I got shit to do and wifey is beginning to yap.
Fuck me running.
did you guys still want the urkle
Urkle an cherry pie please.
