Freedom....13
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This is the story of my start in the dank growing industry. A job created by the US governments war on drugs. As well as my eventual set up and raid 2wks before a $16k harvest. learn from my mistakes......O so many
My first crop was bag seed under a 1000wt HPS. 3 months start to finish and it yeilded around 22oz. Grew everything in 2 gallons and had to water every damn day. I had already started some romulan x mikado, island sweet skunk x haw. sativa, and bc kush x romulan. so that first harvest went to investing in more lights.
I was 22 years old working at a national company doing computer work basicly. Going to work every day making 27k a year(1600mo after taxes)kinda sucks when you just pulled out 4months salary and your doin it again in another month. So i said to hell with it and went back to school. Fuck working for the man. LOL
The next year was spent learning just how bad you can screw up a plant. Some how we made enough that year to relocate to a perfect, brand new house up in the suburbs. I fit the part perfect. Im a college student, nice car, trading stocks online for my part time job. I dont goto church or even believe in a god but still every sunday I was out the door at 8am with bible in hand and waving to the neighbors. When people think you have found the lord you can do no wrong.(in my area anyway.) So i would just go over to a friends house and come back around noon. Just like i went to church.
The only problem was we moved to a new city. Just felt like starting over ya know. The plan was just to have my people make the 3 hour drive and pick it up in the new town. However we had a 3 month down time with no pot to smoke so we are kinda needing some pot at this point. So i am standing in line at the gas station and the guy(we'll call him HAL) in front of me was buying 2 blunts. When we got outside i asked if he smoked he said yeah and i asked if he could hook up a bag. He had a quarter on him so I bought that. Stupid yes but coming from a place where stoners stick together i really didnt think to much about it at the time.
Anyway the months went on and i kept hooking up the old crew and everything was going fine. I hung out with hal some, just smoking out and bull shitin. Of course never saying anything about what i did. After a few months you think you kinda know people and the talked turned to him wanting to start growing one day. I told him i could get clones and shit and could help him set it up. Still never saying i was the grower. Nothing ever came of the conversation and i started selling him some crap hermi buds i had had for awhile. Like a oz for $20. He would always meet me alone or with one other guy. The other guy was cool as shit. College kid, kinda limp biskit looking bastard. First time i met him hal called me said he needed an oz. I didnt have it so i said I have about a 1/2 he said cool so we meet up at the mcdonalds. He said he was bringing someone so i rolled a fat ass joint of some mikado x romulan and headed out. I pulled up and told em to get in. Hals friend looked back at his car(ford explorer) and said "I really dont want to leave my car" I just sat there and hal was like "just roll up the windows and come on." It was kinda weird someone not wanting to smoke a fat joint of dank. Then i thought maybe he just had to get back, didnt like driving stoned with pot in the car, all the rationalizing of why this guy isnt a cop.
Well he gets in and hal is in the back the new kid is next to me. I handed him the joint and he sparked it up like an old pro. So i drop em off sellem the bag and go back home. Now i dont drive straight home. EVER. if you keep going on the street in front of the house it dead ends about 3 miles down. Nothing back there, no houses, other roads, if there is someone following youll know it.
So I sell hal and that kid one more bag. An oz that filled up an sandwich bag. I mean you couldnt even close the top. I hand it to him and he ask if i have any scales! WTF scales! O shit, I started thinking. This bag was 32g on a digi. It looked like an oz and a half. I knew it, he knew it. Then he started asking about trading weed for steroids. I just laughed and then we all left. The next day hal called and wanted a lb for that guy. Now my lbs are going south. I dont trust anyone enough to sell lbs up here so i said no i didnt have that much. Then just quit selling anything up here.
A couple months pass and everything is good. One night about 8pm there is a knock on the door. Joint in hand i look out the peep hole and its a cop. Now Im thinking "why would a cop be here". Never once thinking "O shit there is a shit load of plants in this house" I put the joint down, sprayed some ozone crap(works perfect), and open the door. "whats up bro" i said to the cop. He says is ******* ******** here. I said "yeah thats me" steping out and shuting the door to a crack behind me.
The cop at the door smiles and says we need to talk. Then from around the garage comes hals friend dressed in all black and behind him......lots more people in black with hoods on. He grabs me and pushes me back into my house. I figure "well this is a raid" as we all walk into the kitchen. There is a bud on the counter and hals friend picks it up and says "whats this" I just look at him. He asked again and then i said "what are you here for bro" then he said the magic words "THIS IS PROB. CAUSE TO SEARCH" meaning they didnt have a fucking reason to be in my house in the first place. Then anything found in the search would be thrown out of court right........not when 6 sheriff deputys lie and say you told them to come in!
Over the next few hours i just talked to all the narcs asking them questions about everything. How many of these do you find, how do you find em. They never put me in handcuffs till we left. I was walking around doing whatever. Teaching the head growroom guy that the plants dont need heat to grow and that ballast are not generators.
Now i am looking at 5 3rd degree felonies(5years max on each) and 2 misd. One of the other narcs was talking to me about how to grow it and shit then he asked me if this was my first offence. Now it really isnt but if you aint been convicted it doesnt count. I said yes and he told me dont worry you'll get probation. He said "dont let em get you with the your going to jail for along time shit." Sure enough head narc comes in and starts saying your looking at 25 years! you know youre gonna have to help us out. Hell i could be facing life but nothing is worth never being able to look in the mirror again. FUCK SNITCHES! I just laughed and said "what, youre at the top of the food chain. Youre in the growers house bro it stops right here" what about the people you sell too. I said "who you and hal!" He just laughed and then I locked my door and they took me to jail. Got out the next day on ROR. Sucks to say but it pays to be middle-class and white in the criminal system.
24 year old kid
5 felonies
2 misdo.
18mo. probation
withheld judication
250 hours of drug classes
spent over 12k in lawyer, fines, fees, bull shit
all cause hal didnt want to take his charge like a fucking man. He is still setting people up, his friends, doing promotions for raves thrown by the local sheriff department.(update he did 6months of a 2 and a half year sentence for.......anyway, yahoo maps right to his house.........godbless public information and the tight control they put on paroled snitches........)
WHAT I LEARNED
dont sell in parking lots always private houses you know
cops can smoke out with you
cops look just like you and me
if a cop comes to the door dont open it. They will leave a card if its important, or kick the door in......
make sure the people around you will take THEIR charge!
This story is a few years old now, but affects my life everyday in one way or the other. Hard knocks.....
My first crop was bag seed under a 1000wt HPS. 3 months start to finish and it yeilded around 22oz. Grew everything in 2 gallons and had to water every damn day. I had already started some romulan x mikado, island sweet skunk x haw. sativa, and bc kush x romulan. so that first harvest went to investing in more lights.
I was 22 years old working at a national company doing computer work basicly. Going to work every day making 27k a year(1600mo after taxes)kinda sucks when you just pulled out 4months salary and your doin it again in another month. So i said to hell with it and went back to school. Fuck working for the man. LOL
The next year was spent learning just how bad you can screw up a plant. Some how we made enough that year to relocate to a perfect, brand new house up in the suburbs. I fit the part perfect. Im a college student, nice car, trading stocks online for my part time job. I dont goto church or even believe in a god but still every sunday I was out the door at 8am with bible in hand and waving to the neighbors. When people think you have found the lord you can do no wrong.(in my area anyway.) So i would just go over to a friends house and come back around noon. Just like i went to church.
The only problem was we moved to a new city. Just felt like starting over ya know. The plan was just to have my people make the 3 hour drive and pick it up in the new town. However we had a 3 month down time with no pot to smoke so we are kinda needing some pot at this point. So i am standing in line at the gas station and the guy(we'll call him HAL) in front of me was buying 2 blunts. When we got outside i asked if he smoked he said yeah and i asked if he could hook up a bag. He had a quarter on him so I bought that. Stupid yes but coming from a place where stoners stick together i really didnt think to much about it at the time.
Anyway the months went on and i kept hooking up the old crew and everything was going fine. I hung out with hal some, just smoking out and bull shitin. Of course never saying anything about what i did. After a few months you think you kinda know people and the talked turned to him wanting to start growing one day. I told him i could get clones and shit and could help him set it up. Still never saying i was the grower. Nothing ever came of the conversation and i started selling him some crap hermi buds i had had for awhile. Like a oz for $20. He would always meet me alone or with one other guy. The other guy was cool as shit. College kid, kinda limp biskit looking bastard. First time i met him hal called me said he needed an oz. I didnt have it so i said I have about a 1/2 he said cool so we meet up at the mcdonalds. He said he was bringing someone so i rolled a fat ass joint of some mikado x romulan and headed out. I pulled up and told em to get in. Hals friend looked back at his car(ford explorer) and said "I really dont want to leave my car" I just sat there and hal was like "just roll up the windows and come on." It was kinda weird someone not wanting to smoke a fat joint of dank. Then i thought maybe he just had to get back, didnt like driving stoned with pot in the car, all the rationalizing of why this guy isnt a cop.
Well he gets in and hal is in the back the new kid is next to me. I handed him the joint and he sparked it up like an old pro. So i drop em off sellem the bag and go back home. Now i dont drive straight home. EVER. if you keep going on the street in front of the house it dead ends about 3 miles down. Nothing back there, no houses, other roads, if there is someone following youll know it.
So I sell hal and that kid one more bag. An oz that filled up an sandwich bag. I mean you couldnt even close the top. I hand it to him and he ask if i have any scales! WTF scales! O shit, I started thinking. This bag was 32g on a digi. It looked like an oz and a half. I knew it, he knew it. Then he started asking about trading weed for steroids. I just laughed and then we all left. The next day hal called and wanted a lb for that guy. Now my lbs are going south. I dont trust anyone enough to sell lbs up here so i said no i didnt have that much. Then just quit selling anything up here.
A couple months pass and everything is good. One night about 8pm there is a knock on the door. Joint in hand i look out the peep hole and its a cop. Now Im thinking "why would a cop be here". Never once thinking "O shit there is a shit load of plants in this house" I put the joint down, sprayed some ozone crap(works perfect), and open the door. "whats up bro" i said to the cop. He says is ******* ******** here. I said "yeah thats me" steping out and shuting the door to a crack behind me.
The cop at the door smiles and says we need to talk. Then from around the garage comes hals friend dressed in all black and behind him......lots more people in black with hoods on. He grabs me and pushes me back into my house. I figure "well this is a raid" as we all walk into the kitchen. There is a bud on the counter and hals friend picks it up and says "whats this" I just look at him. He asked again and then i said "what are you here for bro" then he said the magic words "THIS IS PROB. CAUSE TO SEARCH" meaning they didnt have a fucking reason to be in my house in the first place. Then anything found in the search would be thrown out of court right........not when 6 sheriff deputys lie and say you told them to come in!
Over the next few hours i just talked to all the narcs asking them questions about everything. How many of these do you find, how do you find em. They never put me in handcuffs till we left. I was walking around doing whatever. Teaching the head growroom guy that the plants dont need heat to grow and that ballast are not generators.
Now i am looking at 5 3rd degree felonies(5years max on each) and 2 misd. One of the other narcs was talking to me about how to grow it and shit then he asked me if this was my first offence. Now it really isnt but if you aint been convicted it doesnt count. I said yes and he told me dont worry you'll get probation. He said "dont let em get you with the your going to jail for along time shit." Sure enough head narc comes in and starts saying your looking at 25 years! you know youre gonna have to help us out. Hell i could be facing life but nothing is worth never being able to look in the mirror again. FUCK SNITCHES! I just laughed and said "what, youre at the top of the food chain. Youre in the growers house bro it stops right here" what about the people you sell too. I said "who you and hal!" He just laughed and then I locked my door and they took me to jail. Got out the next day on ROR. Sucks to say but it pays to be middle-class and white in the criminal system.
24 year old kid
5 felonies
2 misdo.
18mo. probation
withheld judication
250 hours of drug classes
spent over 12k in lawyer, fines, fees, bull shit
all cause hal didnt want to take his charge like a fucking man. He is still setting people up, his friends, doing promotions for raves thrown by the local sheriff department.(update he did 6months of a 2 and a half year sentence for.......anyway, yahoo maps right to his house.........godbless public information and the tight control they put on paroled snitches........)
WHAT I LEARNED
dont sell in parking lots always private houses you know
cops can smoke out with you
cops look just like you and me
if a cop comes to the door dont open it. They will leave a card if its important, or kick the door in......
make sure the people around you will take THEIR charge!
This story is a few years old now, but affects my life everyday in one way or the other. Hard knocks.....
, how many watts lighting are you using to grow that pure sativa in the background, that's 1 big plant! 
, Hazeseeker 
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