Paddi said:Sometimes theese days I´m sooo filled up with canna that it´s just enough.
Sometimes I hate sticky fingers.
Sometimes i hate been worrying about the weather.
Sometimes I hate thinking that in no time I could lose many buds to mold.
Sometimes I hate the memory of rippers in my backyard.
wow my friend, pure poetry, you hit my heart and i fully agree on the four first lines! i was lucky again not getting ripped, but i still worry all the time, lol