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reserve your ad hereHowdy Skunkers! We’re gonna do a lighter side article today my first time growing weeds, and smoking them, as they are related in a series of events shall we say, heh heh. Just a lighter side read here, and I think we can all use a little bit of that, Let’s roll…
In 1975, My Very First Time Smoking Weeds
Just before my first time growing weeds, let’s look at this… I was in junior-high in about 7th grade (70’s), when an acquaintance of mine named Joel (a 9th grader), passed me an old school alligator roach clip with about half a doobie left in the clip. This is where it all began my friends, LoL. Anyways, I stashed it away—I remember it being pretty stinky in that roach sort of way. Back then, hardly anyone except students knew what that smell was. Yay back-in-time-me!
What I did next was get in touch with a couple of my friends and tell them about what I had. None of us had ever smoked weeds before. Yup, I was the guy your moms warned you about. We made a plan to go to this nearby canyon for lunchtime and blaze it. We all knew “the spot” in the canyon where we sometimes would drink some kind of hideous ale or beer. Like Olde English 800, etc. LoL. We would get all buzzed and check out Playboy magazines and talk shit, you know the song, sing along. We got BAKED, and discovered COTTON MOUTH, as we all climbed the side of the canyon in the hot bright sunshine of Southern California, with nothing to drink, yup and yikes. Hilarious. I loved it.
My Very First Time Growing Weeds
So after discovering how much I loved cannabis, I of course proceeded to purchase some from my buddy Joel—first one is free hahahaha—and I got a “4-finger” lid of Mexican “commercial” weeds for $10.00, including seeds and stems. Including seeds you say Rev? Yup. So I planted about 6 of these into a small glass aquarium (about 1 quart volume) full of soil. No drainage holes. All 6 came up. It was right then and there I fell in love with the plant. I had told my parents they were California Poppies.
One of my sisters, who partied herself, ratted me out to our parents, and when I came home and all my plants were dead/gone and my aquarium empty. I was so heartbroken. I got so mad that my little green baybees had been killed, then I hit up Joel for some seeds. The next day he brought me thousands of seeds in a paint can. What did I do with those seeds you ask?
When my parents were gone I went out into our back yard and I just scattered those seeds all over the garden space, lawn, and potted plants on the patio—heh heh—within about a week, “the new lawn” arose like a carpet of cannabis plants covering a lot of the yard. My parents freaked out, and at the end I had an agreement with them. I could grow up to 4 plants maximum in the back yard. I just had to remove all the rest of them, hahahahaha, okay then. 😎👍
My First Time Growing Weeds, The Monster
By the time the next Spring rolled around I had acquired about 50 true Columbian seeds from these really decent-quality Chocolate Columbian buds. Back then, $30.00 for a stuffed sandwich baggie of buds. I planted like 6 or so and all 6 came up. So, as per my deal with my parents I had to kill two. I would just decide who in the morning, and I went to bed. The next morning I had found my sprouts on the patio had been almost obliterated totally by slugs—ugh. All but 1 plant were gone and covered with slime.
I took care to avoid that again, and raised the plant until it was about 9 inches big, and it already had huge leaves. I then put it in the center of one of my mom’s gardens in the ground. She then planted corn around it to help camouflage it and grow some corn. Within a month the plant became large AF and the corn was catching up in height. Soon the Columbian plant—if you know you know, I didn’t know—became insanely large. It literally “ate” about 8 corn plants around it. It was a female. She became about 12 feet tall and 8 feet wide. Now that’s some funny shit, regarding my parents.
Long story short, I harvested it way too early due to Powdery Mildew—it would have gone until like mid December at least. So about halfway through October I cut her down. Wasn’t great, to say the least, by my standards today, it sucked actually, as it had been grown using synthetic nutrients—yuk—but I was sure happy AF with myself, and enjoyed it regardless of its state. Yeah, south American Sativa plants, for my first time it was a rough pick. But I didn’t know shit.
Afterword
Well, I hope you found this article light and at least a little amusing. If ya wanna get some more Rev, try this: Over 55 Considering Cannabis by Rev. And, if you are looking for some cool ass cannabis seeds for connoisseurs, I highly recommend the Malawi Moonshine—what a ride! check out Kingdom Organic Seeds at JBC Seeds. Go have a look my my YouTubes too, if ya wanna, here: Rev’s YouTubes Channel.
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Ya know, since I turned 65 then my health went all wonky, I started thinking more about dying. Not cool. I have since decided not to “die early” by doing a bunch of pre-suffering stress inducing stuff. My health is getting better slowly but surely I think, and I have a surgery scheduled for my fake hip that is falling apart, so things are def looking up. Maybe yooze guys reading this find yourself in similar circumstances? If ya do, my strong advice is—don’t die before your time—LoL, and stressing about the future possibilities is really harmful in general. Ya never know what can happen and it might be awesome! So, take that with a grain of salt. L8r G8rs.
-REv 🙃 … Contact me via: tlodruidsguide@gmail.com
