I put myself into rehab at age 18 from smoking too much pot and going nowhere with my life. It worked.
So then I had 27 years of sobriety. The first few years were intense aa/na touring type sobriety. I was a true believer. In what, who the hell knows, since it's a religion, but I was part of the cult. At least for the first few years.
Then I got a life and stopped going to meetings and stayed sober for 27 years.
Basically my wife told me I was being annoying and I must have had a pissy day and I always am nicer when I come back after a meeting, so go to a meeting. And then I went to my girlfriend's. Or my other girlfriend's. Or both of them together when they moved in together. Sometimes they worked the same shift, sometimes a different shift, you never knew who would be home. That's why I have five kids.
I enjoyed that a lot more than meetings and I stayed sober. I recommend my method over any other.
Just because I checked into rehab for the Cannabis doesn't mean I did not experiment with pretty much everything. I had stories. Oh my Lord, I had stories. Some of them have turned into lrpds here, sliced and diced, one of my favorite was meth mouse.
So throughout my career I could always tell these. Someone would offer me a drink or offer me a whatever and I would decline. People hate that because at that moment you are the non-drinker in the bunch and they think they're being judged.
So I respond that I did way too much in my youth and it'll end up a story. That puts them at ease and entertains them and they can keep on doing whatever they're doing without being worried about it.
I could be in the stuffiest business situation where we were pitching to the army and we made a lot of money from the army.
In one of them I had actually slept at work overnight due to a system crash recovery and that morning I was told I had to present to the army and so I went to Walmart and bought a suit and shaving kit.
I could always say, no. Thanks, I had way too much fun in my youth. And then the story would begin. Or I can comment, God. Damn that Thai stick smells good. Let me tell you about my neighbor Barney.
Barney was great, Barney had the house across the street from us. Had a perfectly stuffy wife and a perfectly prim and proper teenage daughter when I was a little kid. His daughter babysat me for years.
Barney owned a fencing business and Barney had a lot of money. Barney was the first of the block to get divorced.
And then they felt like Domino's. My parents among them.
A few years later I was hanging out with Barney and he opened up his freezer and showed me it was filled with Thai stick. I didn't smoke any of that thai stick. I wasn't going to be smoking with Barney that day. That day was to come.
A year later my brother Leon got married. He was having a party at his house. There was a circle of people including my father and Barney and his hot wife.
Think Marie Osmond but actually sexy. Of course this was the second wife. Barney was around 60. I'd say she was around 25.
Barney whips out a fat joint and lights it up and starts passing it around the circle. This was in my brother's downstairs area of his house. We are standing around all looking at my father.
This is not the first time I've tried to hand my father a joint. The last time he refused. He does not smoke pot. Ever. Think old school bald slightly chubby 5'11" accountant. Always wears a suit. Single child. Grew up in Philadelphia in the '30s.
And he's had great difficulties with his druggie kids, especially me.
So hot wife tries to pass the joint to my father and he refuses. She says no problem, she reverses it deeply into her mouth, grabs him by the face and shotguns him with a kiss.
Hehehehahaha
The crowd goes wild. My father takes another hit and enjoys it.
I can tell that story to the colonels who run the recruiting for all military branches when we are pitching them our computer selection recruitment services to go find those vulnerable kids to kill for them.
We also fulfilled on the socks and frisbees and anything that they were pitching. Anytime anyone called that 800 number or hit that website it went to our call center or my software. I traveled to local recruiting branches and installed our software and instructed the recruiting personnel.
And told stories. Far worse than that one. Involving things I did. And they always reacted the same. You are a great example and you are doing so great right now, good for you.
I currently have a hell of a cannabis grow going right now. I'll post a pointer to it in a bit. It's the result of a year and a half of stupidity. Documented stupidity. But you can see it's going very well right now if you want to. A dozen plants with 10 varieties, four of them autoflowers which are flowering right now.
All legal.
Edit:
Today's post:
https://www.rollitup.org/t/five-assorted-clones-in-a-shed.1103813/post-17644759If you start from the beginning, you will see the insanity of the failure of the mail order clones and the outdoor shed attached to the house. If you look at the previous threads you'll see when I tried to grow in the shed at the edge of my property and killed a whole bunch of plants stupidly.
At this point everything is rebuilt into my kitchen downstairs. I have total use of the bottom floor of my house for the next 7 months so that means both grow and hanging cure.
Thai stick nostalgia
