First grow ever using photo seeds I ordered online

[bboyfromwayback]

I have a airtight jar I call my ‘roach jar’ but there’s some 1/2” and 3/4” joints in there. If the apocalypse hit and growing ceases I’ll be good for a good year or two lol

 

[Mazzariman]

Right, back in 83 I had so much Afghani, I would roll fatties, smoke em half way down, and save the roaches in a large Folgers can. That stuff would leave goo on your lip after the first hit when freshly rolled and the joint would turn brown. When the can was half way full, I ripped em all up and used that to roll with. Repeat until the 3rd gen. When I looked at that pile, about a half oz by now, it just sat on the tray and wouldn't stop wiggling around. So full of resins it was now black. Couldn't draw through a J after the first hit. Had to just bong it from that point. Brutal stuff! Back then, running out of Blue Tip matches was more of an issue than running out of herb! Couldn't afford a lighter so I had to light the next J off of the last one and repeat! In Southern Humboldt back then, you couldn't sell anything locally, EVERYBODY was fully "locked" and loaded, all puns intended! I was dirt poor, but ganja rich! Every flat surface in my cabin was covered in some form of weed. No TV, only one radio station, cassettes played through my Sony Walkman recorder that had a speaker on it. Every hour from 6 to 10 on KERG played a different show/type of music. 9:00 - 10 was Punk Rock. At 10:00 pm it was live Grateful Dead show recordings untill midnight. Then they went off the air. Just me and my gal, the plants and the Ruger Mini 14 w/40 shot clip. Not making this up! Outlaws in Babylon! (that is the appropriately named book written by Steve Chappell around that time, that was like someone followed me around and wrote down what we were seeing and living). X playing at Pyramid Pins in Garberville at harvest time with growers tossing colas onto the stage, roadies running out and snagging em while Exene and Co just jammed away. Stood in front of Billy Zoom the whole night and snagged the song list off of his Mic stand at the end. He handed his pick to my pal. Got a great recording on that same Walkman of that show. Got home about 3 am, got up at 5 to go haul buckets from the river and water the gals, then rode my bicycle to cook breakfast at the Benbow Inn for 6:00 am. I couldn't hear sh*t except ringing. The waitress kept yelling her orders at me and I'd say What? She'd say "Read My F'ing Lips!" and walk away disgusted saying stupid deaf Punk rocker... Oh, did I mention that we hardly slept that year! Or drew a sober breath! Yee Haw!