It was a dream I had in 1995. I opened my bedroom door and it was completely filled with hash so as I couldn’t get in. I looked at it for a moment, then chipped off a bit and went on my way happy that I would have a never ending supply of cannabis. That night I conceived my first kid, it was planned, I had stopped smoking everything and was having weird cravings dreams for hash and nicotine. I considered it a promise, a deal was made between the universe and myself. I didn’t smoke 98% of the time raising my kids, I was a heavy toker in my youth, since age 12 in fact, that all changed.
Then when my youngest was getting close to 18yo I bought some cbd oil, and there was a whole bundle of freeies came with it. Including a single little cannabis seed.
By the by, back in 1993 I was happily growing, bypassing the electric meter to power my aquarium lights in a blacked out room we had by squatter’s rights, f*ck we thought we were cool. That was something like a mild white widow might be the best description. We heard of skunk but couldn’t get any choice seeds yet.
So when a single little seed fell into my possession, what could I do?
I didn’t get very carried away at first. I was very controlled, lol. The pandemic changed all that, it became a firm hobby.
