lament for my plants, for they must all be destroyed.

im just bitching

rather depressed.

blabbermouth fucker trespassed and found my closet.

now he wants a bribe.

in 24 hours itll all be gone.

and the only chance i had to dig my ass out of this hole goes with it.

im moving into the red so fast theres phase shift involved.

and thats that, all the planning, the cloning, the work, the joy, the satisfaction, the anticipation, and the only thing i had to distract me from my personal life (went to shit, hell in a handbasket, thanks for askin )

and thats that.

white rhino, gone.

skunk #1, gone.

godamn afgahni #1, gone

you know what i had to fuckin go through to get gadamn first generation afghani seed. alot. a whole fucking lot. i owe favors to guys its best not to owe favors to. and had to trade in some big damn favors owed me.

but, you know what they say, life sucks, the world sucks, people suck, fuck you all, ill see you all in hell. (or maybe its just me that says that)

although i have become rather embittered against things, life, women, hope, dreams, asperations. at least im further in debt, single, heartbroken, lonely, depressed, being threatened, and filled with so much rage it literaly hurts to keep it inside at this point.

but dont cry for me argentina, the truth is i should be used to my life by now, its never really changed. now isnt really any differant than before. the wheel turns, the cycle repeats. and i should be used to getting cosmicly sodomized by now. i just wish the universe would start using lube. or at least call the next day.

so, untill the next time life once again tricks me into having hope, this is the the one and only.

signing off.
with
great saddness.
and
much regret.

he cant touch you bro

dont kill your plants

i hope its not too late

yeah he can, he is exactly the kind of guy to drop a dime.

hell he broke in to steal shit.

so unless yall know another way.

its ether drop my plants into a hole, or that guy.

and i dont think that would be good for my Buddhism.

although i am kinda a shity Buddhist.

Find a new, better, and safer place to live, and keep your guard up

Success is the best revenge

We all have down days. Let yourself feel bad for an hour or 2 a week at most. Then pick yourself up and deal with the issues one at a time. Write them down so you have a list to prioritize. You do need to find new friends and keep you mouth shut about growing. Don't ever owe someone anything. Why that is part of your life I don't know but ride that cause it will bite you always....Know one needs to know where you got that great weed.....

As far as bribes. HE has to go...Out of your life. No talking of any kind. Cut the ties with bad influences. It will get better soon. Much better, weather the storm...LIfe has a way of rebounding if you give it a chance. You must be positive for it to happen though.....

as long as you dont cause trouble, dont have any traffic comin in an out, dont bother the neighbors, whose gonna take the word of someone who breaks into houses?!!! whats he gonna say? " i was breakin into this guys house and i saw him growin weed" ? he doesnt know you so he has no reason to know anything about you in the first place! It'll never stick! they dont have enough proof and they dont do shit on hear say unless its a paid informant. DONT KILL EM!

if he broke into your house to steal shit he cant go to the police and say "oh i was breaking into this guys house to steal shit for a crack rock and i stumbled across a little grow op in the attic". he is bluffing, do not kill your plants over this punk ass

instead work on home security so he dont get into your house again. get a dead bolt, keep the windows locked and, i dont know put broken glass all over your windowsill so he cuts his shit up while trying to break in. oh and get a dog, even a little one. barking is enough to keep intruders away

I don't know how all this works...but can cops get a warrant just because he makes the claim?

Also, lets say he goes, and says "I was invited in, and I saw plants"...the this guy says "hey, he broke in!"...then the cops say "Why didn't you file a police report?"

It is a big mess.

How far along is everything? Can't you at least try and harvest early, so there is SOMETHING?

the guys probably got a wrap sheet a mile long, unless hes a paid informant. . . dont worry about it (dont see how a paid informant would be breaking into houses though)

This guys word isn't enough for a warrant. I wouldn't answer your door. friends should call before coming over. The only thing this guy can do is snitch to the cops and they do a knock and talk or start investigating. Read up about it. I wouldn't throw those plants away because this guys bribe. If he gets you to pay him there will be more bribes coming soon and they will be bigger every time. Next he may bribe you by mentioning planting something on you or your place...Stop communication with him. He will get bored and move on hopefully.

Unless your dealing you shouldn't be afraid....

im not worried about the fuzz.

im worried about my landlord.

even though i am a friggin handyman genious and will leave everything in better shape than before i grew.

it will cause, .... flak. from multiple angles.

its a very complicated kinda thing. like the show dallas in the days of jr euwing, all the complex drama, without any interesting parts.

in the last year my life has gone roughly like this.

so there i was walkin along and this pretty girl says hi. then i trip and fall down a hillside of broken glass, transitioning to the patch of poison ivy, before hitting the cactus garden, on my way out of the cactus garden a skunk sprays me, then as im dry heaving over the smell, a 10 year old girl runs up and kicks me in the nuts, then steals my wallet, and while recovering from this i sit in a nest of fire ants, and in a panic run into the water, which happens to be a grey water pond, and as im hosing off at the nearest hose, the neighbors see me and call the cops, and unfortunatly i match the dicription of a guy reported doubled over screaming in pain while cursing at a 10 year old girl, and as im in the cruiser on my way to a nice safe holding cell, a train hits the cruiser, and as im being hauled away in the ambulance, it gets hit by a crashing airplane, and as i slowly pull my way from the firey wreckage, its all hit by a meteor.

and lets not even go into the crazy shit that starts at the river Styx.

wow.

im in a really pessamistic mood.

beep beep.

beep beep.

his horn went beep beep beep.

This would be my bribe to him.

find some woods nearby and leave em there or find a friend who can take over at his place. just move everything like lights and all that.

what you should do is tell the guy youll pay him off after you harvest and when its all done just dont grow in that spot again and tell him to go to hell.

darkdestruction420 said:

find some woods nearby and leave em there or find a friend who can take over at his place. just move everything like lights and all that.

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This right here, offer to share the crop with 'em so to cover the electric bill and housing

find a forest and put your plants there and finish your grow.

then you or some other guys pay that guy a visit and make an example that your not to be blackmailed and beat his ass. ive dealt with guys like that before and there the worst kind of people and they usually dont stop until you make it clear to them.

or you can try to find some dirt on him and blackmail him back but i dont recommend this.

but after thats all done make sure something like this never happens again and get some security for your home (ie: locks, dog, guns, whatever)

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yeah he can, he is exactly the kind of guy to drop a dime.

hell he broke in to steal shit.

so unless yall know another way.

its ether drop my plants into a hole, or that guy.

and i dont think that would be good for my Buddhism.

although i am kinda a shity Buddhist.

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sorry 2 hear bro..

keep your head up and shit will get better in time.

dont move em, finish the grow and if youre that worried about it dont grow there again. didnt you see that episode of the sopranos where chris went back to dig up that guy he killed, and tony flipped his shit? dont move 'em, that'll be how you get busted

and to add insult to injury. i found out today that they just "upgraded" the computers at the math department where i go to school. and now i have a scheduling problem than leaves me with 2 options.

1. Switch majors. (im pretty far in)

2. transfer to a community college. (and still have to switch majors)


you know? im begining to get the idea, that in a previous encarnation, i may have kicked Jesus in the nuts, or maybe Gandhi.

i mean im an upbeat guy normally. steadfast and true.

but, i mean jesus christ, its one thing after another, the past 3 years have been a downhill ride through the less pleasant parts of hell.

and i am not kidding in the slightest. every single day for 2 weeks. Every day. one more thing. not little things either.

if i was vain enough to beleive anyone would bother, id swear this shit was intentional.

cuz i mean the shit thats happening is almost fucking comical, almost poetic. each new thing manages to perfectly compliment the previous thing in such a way, as to make both things 10 times as bad.

metaphoricly. like going to the doctor to have some hemorrhoids looked at, then being assraped by the doctor.

see each one is bad enough, but when combined, both things become much much worse.

and you know what, tomorrow i expect to get a notice in the mail that i won the publishers CANCER house sweepstakes, and that ill get free cancer in the mail every month. or to be diagnosed with something that can only be treated by being set on fire. or to find out that my blood is the cure for cancer, and that they need ALL of it. or maybe something really really subtle, like a swarm of chiggers, or a stomach flu.

you know i used to keep my head up, how can one not, its all good

and i still keep my head up, only now im watching for the arrows. i can hear them whistling in the air, and i know their coming.

I too, have had a string of fucked up stuff putting me in the position I'm in...and some times I look at it all, and feel like you do. Other times, I think of my friend Bob.

He wasn't good looking, or smart, but was funny, and a good friend. When we were in highschool, his mom died of cancer from smoking. Few years later, he got cancer, lost both his balls. Then he was taking care of his grandmother, finally made manager at his retail job...then got fired recently, for reasons that negated him from getting unemployment. He is a really dark, depressive person now, and I can't blame him (it's been awhile since we talked, I heard the recent stuff through the grape vine).

The point is, there are people who probably have it worse than you. Not that I expect that to help right now, but at a moment in the next few days where something even slightly pleasant happens, remember that you have that moment when others do not.

Also, I agree with the idea to tell the guy that you are broke, but you'll turn the buds for profit. Just let you handle it, let it bloom long enough, and you (he?) can sell it for double what you would if you rushed.

Then harvest, and cure/store the buds at a friends house. Tell the guy when he shows up for the money/bud, "I have no clue what you were talking about."