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Check out the resin on the new stuff.I love it .it is great and slow and even smooth and yes potent already Fan in room ,yes ... I am smoking my new stuff .Feels great to grow and smoke your own,,and I haven't bought weed in many many moons.So to grow and smoke something new is great. I am on strike against the pot clubs for personal reasons I can only say they are crooks and compassion less.but yes.i use to spend 700 a month for years on weed.if not more.i love the fact that I can give away weed and ppl freek out.we just don't see that any where,BUT I DO IT..
The wise man once told me ,Jack,don't finger fuck your early buds .Let em grow and be left alone. Wise man said your oils from your body and skin will affect the hairs. For years I doubted wise man till I experimented my self..is or r they done . NO its your oil from your skin that is changing the hairs.let em grow to see the hairs grow back..i listen to wise man next year for sure.proof is in the pudding or should I say pics....And I be the wise man..HHJ.,,,,,,,,,,here is a for instance..The opening of my garden is in front.on left side of tree where I have to use my whole body to enter is turned coler..on right side where I don't touch or finger fuck buds are normel. And I enter using my fingers and body..And in one pic is a bird feather where the birds lay in wait for the worms.one year I found a bird nest in my tree..i knew not why then..Now I know why,They eat the critters off my trees.its my gift from GOD.He knows the worms hurt my grow.But the cycle of life is birds eat the worms and the grow grows better.
Say hello to my little friend. Birds missed em, i got em.. I have reasonings to my methods only I know.be crazy to try to explain it all..Thats why every picture tells a story and I do try to as I say (proof is in the pudding)or pic..but I like pudding so it be pudding!!!!,,And in a few more weeks ones I don't catch before harvest will triple that size and be as green as can be .From here I take em into all in one room, I cold out the bugs using ac they drop in 2 days after hanging ,room goes back to normal and process begins with no worms in my buds, cuz they have no more life they are hanging and just drop onto my white sheets..and im so old school the school I went to is being tore down .Replaced .That should tell me something ,But it don't.
Ba Humbug .Worms don't eat much,they just love skunk weed and sticky weed and just out rite weed they love, They must be human in there own little ways
So one day I decide to visit ppl I knew on line for 15 yrs. They lived in palo pinto Texas.i pack up 2 or 3 lbs of my weed.im taking them free weed risking all for kindness..the whole trip was a blast..But I remember driving real late at night leaving san diego and im using my shortest route by gps.so after driving all day im tired.but I soon realize im heading into mexico.ilook up all I see is flashing light,sighns.border and check points qarter mile ahead. To late to turn around.im on my way to prison...I have pounds of weed and cash..any way when I stop and guard starts to check my car,,my dog was in back sleeping.i yelled WATCH. She started barking .IT threw there dog off.he asked my purpose to visit,i was just on vacation.the wholetime driving through mexico all I seen was markers for the mules and familys waiting to get picked up.drones followed me.imagration all over.a few hrs I look and see new mexico.i made it.now mystupid ass has to delever free weed to texas.as u guess I made it.im here,lts more to that trip tho.texa didn't at time like weed.they like drunks.no offence to texas,just my opinion
So one day I get a invite to D.C. I ask the mail lady if she would like to go to a pot convention in Washington D.C..I knew her for only a yr .hardly ever talked. But she smoked pot, Her son was AD, So I seemed to help her a lot. If u know what I mean. To this day we never did it .We are still friends.. So any way she accepts my offer. We plan for a week.ok, first thing,never wear suspenders going on a plane(metal they cant explain)oak airport I hold up plane due to metel in my suspenders.security all around me.finally they figure it to be my suspenders. I was looking for nsa now.i swear to this day I was followed all way to D.C..i held up all planes due to my suspenders in all airports I went through.not only this, but I had a fed employee with me traveling that had mail intel if need be .well after our experience we get to D.C..i had snuck 20 doobies in a pocket watch pocket on a pair of levis..Sucess.any way we do D.C. for 2 days till convention. i meet lot of ppl. taxi driver told me I was now in the war capitol of the world. fuck man.i break out a joint and ask a beer truck driver if he wanted some. cuz he said he smelled something good. he said WOW. i be crazy. D.C. dont do weed man he told me.i said it does now..so I visit places smoking weed all over. we go to convention. about 15 minuts I look over and see tommy and cheech. I get a pic.I ask them if they wanted to get high.in pic(beginning of thread) u can see cheech kinda busting up, tommy looks the other way..i shocked em both ...oh yea.my lady mail friend had her bags checked by nsa,mine were not..And the weed I did smoke at the convention with a very few select. They said I had some of the best weed they ever smoked.But I,m in D.C. So they did not smoke much weed at time of my visit??
I,ve traveled so many miles and the peoples faces I see I,ve left em with miles and miles and miles of smiles.I,ve been to the DMZ and traded my camera for a matchbox of weed.I went back and used BIBLE paper to smoke a joint.i got my sergeant high cuz he held my machine gun why I went out in the rice fields looking for weed.i found this short Korean with a siyckle,fuck the spelling.what about the memories..he stood about 4 ft 9 .we could not understand each other.i guess there is a national sighn for weed.hold fingers together,thumb and indix.we continue to talk in english and Korean.not knowing what each other is saying.i could of been shot he could of killed me.for some reason I believe in GOD more.because so much went on in korea .NORTH and south.peace time yes.but right after viet nam..my higher ups had all kinds of wounds.my GSRGNT had half his face blown off.he reminds me of rlermey.but with no face..Mama sans would bring there daughters 20 miles in field to sell em to us.the little kids would pick up live hot brass commng out of my maching gun.no gloves.they would use our crats and crat boxes to build there homes.again I once left my weapon with serge and wondered into field looking for what I don't know.im all alone I see DMZ checkpoint.i give guard some of my c rats and he lets me pass.again fuck.any way.i am now a few miles into the bad part of KOREA..i see a hut with a fire and ppl sittingaround it.in middle of hut is a huge type of stone bowl they cook and use.it was a family and I just entered there hooch.there walls were our c Rat boxes. they had maybe 10 members living in a shack.palm prawns for roof.mud for insulation.but they were survivers I could never imagin..Any way they were cooking saki.i am laughing and smiling now as I type this..cuz I got fresh saki and pig drunk and took back saki.sneaked throught the DMZ.took care of my higher ups again..
So one morning I wake up in a Korean killing field.The night before why we were trying to pitch our hooch our mallets were having problems in pounding the stakes in ground.Well end of story..notes were found.bodys were discovered.it was from the war.familys escaping the war went into the fields and killed them selves and left notes.some of us MARINES found this kind of stuff..even pics .skulls body parts.adults.childen..We packed up and forced marched to another spot..but I still hear a MARINE saying I couldn't hit my steak.it was hittng a skull and steak went into skull.graves were old and even test of time shallow..enjoy stories..test of time is coming and no more pics and stories.this is my last year.even with giving weed away.I now have enough.
pictured in pics are the Korean I sold my camera to.before I sold my camera he let me take a few last shots.here they are.. the DMZ , And what I called the killing fields., ROK guards... And card in case I get shot or captured.these are pics from a pic in a old photo album..but the Korean is so kool..he had a match box of weed and I sold my camera and was able to take his pic ,he let me keep the film as u see,,,No offence to race creed or color..but I remember who I smoked that with.they were of a different race and American,they were my higher ups even
pictured is mama san bringing out there daughters and food. They prob just traveled 20 miles..we use to wake up in morning with a Korean girl in rack with us.mama would leave there daughters alone and all hell would break lose.they would sneak in to our camp just like I would sneak out in fields.. Any way just thought I would tell a few good stories before retire again...