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I had it made.
I had a nice little setup that was producing all the smoke I needed, and then some. Zero smell, Zero tell with the exception of my girl that lives with me. Didn't sell shit, didn't need to.
But I fucked up, and I am here to share my story
I moved into a new apartment (high rise) about 6 months ago. I live close to a river, and sometimes in the evenings I would go outside with a good book and a joint and chill by the river to read and relax. Well after doing this one night about six months ago I came back into the lobby, got on the elevator and was headed for home. A woman and a man got on the elevator with me.
Almost immediately the woman begins making comments to the man about the “Aroma” on the elevator and how people that use drugs disgust her. I just smiled and bit my tongue and didn’t say anything. She continued making comments to the man, not actually saying anything directly to me, just dismissing me as if I wasn’t worth speaking to directly, but intentionally trying to hurt me with her words. I live 30+ floors up, and it was the longest elevator ride of my life. But I didn’t want to start a fight so I didn’t say anything.
Fast forward one week
I see her in the hallway. She makes a remark about how people like me shouldn’t be allowed to live here. Unfortunately, this is when my temper got the better of me, and I told her to fuck off and walked away.
A couple of days later I get a voice mail from the management of the building saying that there have been some complaints and they would like me to come in to discuss the matter. So I immediately tore down my grow, boxed all of my plants up and my equipment up, and moved them to a friend’s house for safe keeping until I could see what was going on.
I went in to speak with management, and apparently the lady had told them I was a drug dealer, selling drugs out of the apartment building. I told them that accusations are completely false, that I have a good job with a very reputable company, and I have nothing to do with drugs whatsoever. They basically took my word, but assured me drugs would not be tolerated. Not that I consider pot a "drug" in the bad sense anyways.
So it's been six months, still not growing here, and no plans to. It could have been a whole lot worse, but I lost my means to supply myself with meds and that's bad enough. We are moving again soon, and I will be able to resume then, but it has been a rough six months.
Anyways, just thought I would share a story about how one wrong move can screw up your life.
peace,
-Dis
I had a nice little setup that was producing all the smoke I needed, and then some. Zero smell, Zero tell with the exception of my girl that lives with me. Didn't sell shit, didn't need to.
But I fucked up, and I am here to share my story
I moved into a new apartment (high rise) about 6 months ago. I live close to a river, and sometimes in the evenings I would go outside with a good book and a joint and chill by the river to read and relax. Well after doing this one night about six months ago I came back into the lobby, got on the elevator and was headed for home. A woman and a man got on the elevator with me.
Almost immediately the woman begins making comments to the man about the “Aroma” on the elevator and how people that use drugs disgust her. I just smiled and bit my tongue and didn’t say anything. She continued making comments to the man, not actually saying anything directly to me, just dismissing me as if I wasn’t worth speaking to directly, but intentionally trying to hurt me with her words. I live 30+ floors up, and it was the longest elevator ride of my life. But I didn’t want to start a fight so I didn’t say anything.
Fast forward one week
I see her in the hallway. She makes a remark about how people like me shouldn’t be allowed to live here. Unfortunately, this is when my temper got the better of me, and I told her to fuck off and walked away.
A couple of days later I get a voice mail from the management of the building saying that there have been some complaints and they would like me to come in to discuss the matter. So I immediately tore down my grow, boxed all of my plants up and my equipment up, and moved them to a friend’s house for safe keeping until I could see what was going on.
I went in to speak with management, and apparently the lady had told them I was a drug dealer, selling drugs out of the apartment building. I told them that accusations are completely false, that I have a good job with a very reputable company, and I have nothing to do with drugs whatsoever. They basically took my word, but assured me drugs would not be tolerated. Not that I consider pot a "drug" in the bad sense anyways.
So it's been six months, still not growing here, and no plans to. It could have been a whole lot worse, but I lost my means to supply myself with meds and that's bad enough. We are moving again soon, and I will be able to resume then, but it has been a rough six months.
Anyways, just thought I would share a story about how one wrong move can screw up your life.
peace,
-Dis
