When I was 17 and starting I had an op at my moms house and never really understood how much she cared for me; she let me grow there for the fact that I wouldn't have to go out and risk getting robbed or caught trying to buy a sack, not to mention I was good at it. But we were careless teens partying everynight 20-30 deep at her house, cops came a few times and NEVER found them. One time very close. But she understood I wasn't growing for money, or to be cool, its a passion, something that will never go away for me. I don't do synthetics and hardly drink alcohol, and I think thats what has kept me on a straight path. I love vicodine and percocet but that ain't shit compared to a 20mg oxy...and I've had 1 oxy. I'm now 25 and am blessed that I am where I am for I have lost friends to drugs, suicide, even murder. Growing something keeps me sane and I LOVE YOU MARY JANE!