the night owl
Active Member
1. I'm sick of the ridiculous names. Don't get me wrong, I'm well aware that not all weed is the same and I totally understand there is a need to identify the different kinds of weed, but after almost a decade of hearing strain names getting more and more ridiculous with each and every buy, I stopped giving a fuck what it's called. And that opened the door to people trying to rip me off.
2. The numerous types of drug dealers. The middle man who refuses to introduce you to the dealer, then gets pissed at you because he didn't make any money from the deal. The smooth-talking hustler who exaggerates everything and then acts like you're in the wrong for calling him out on his bullshit. The gang banger who can't respect the fact that you're not in a gang. The asshole who sells fake shit and runs like a bitch when you come to collect. If I have to deal with anymore of these pricks for the sole purpose of getting my insomnia meds, I'm gonna lose my shit.
3. I spend too much money on weed
4. Allot of social smokers get all fucking superior around those of us who like to smoke alone. (or with just a loved one or two) I don't like going through the day while stoned, and when I'm with people in my downtime I like my brain to work as well as possible. How does that make me a lesser being? (hint: IT DOESN'T. fucking cunts.)
5. Hipsters. Need I say more? Of course I should point out that I ended my sentence with the post-modern ironic use of the "?" and not the literal one.
These issues have been culminating for a while now, but the figurative straw that broke the camel's back was meeting a dealer who put three bags of the same weed in front of me, and claimed they were three different strains. "steve's grandaddy purkle," "egypt urnge" and "jews hullabaloo." whatever the strain, it was good so I got a quarter. Anyway what about you guys? What or who was it that inspired you to get your grow on?
2. The numerous types of drug dealers. The middle man who refuses to introduce you to the dealer, then gets pissed at you because he didn't make any money from the deal. The smooth-talking hustler who exaggerates everything and then acts like you're in the wrong for calling him out on his bullshit. The gang banger who can't respect the fact that you're not in a gang. The asshole who sells fake shit and runs like a bitch when you come to collect. If I have to deal with anymore of these pricks for the sole purpose of getting my insomnia meds, I'm gonna lose my shit.
3. I spend too much money on weed
4. Allot of social smokers get all fucking superior around those of us who like to smoke alone. (or with just a loved one or two) I don't like going through the day while stoned, and when I'm with people in my downtime I like my brain to work as well as possible. How does that make me a lesser being? (hint: IT DOESN'T. fucking cunts.)
5. Hipsters. Need I say more? Of course I should point out that I ended my sentence with the post-modern ironic use of the "?" and not the literal one.
These issues have been culminating for a while now, but the figurative straw that broke the camel's back was meeting a dealer who put three bags of the same weed in front of me, and claimed they were three different strains. "steve's grandaddy purkle," "egypt urnge" and "jews hullabaloo." whatever the strain, it was good so I got a quarter. Anyway what about you guys? What or who was it that inspired you to get your grow on?