We all know (or should know) the #1 rule of growing is TELL NO ONE.
I've followed this for the most part.
Except for a neighbor let's call him Ed. He knew I grew indoors because I bought my first indoor set-up from him.
So within 4 months I had a gang of pot, and more on the way.
Ed would stop by and I'd always smoke him out. Then he started asking for a joint to take with him.
Then he started beggin more and more pot and when I found out he was selling it I finally told him "no more pot to go".
A week or so later, while I was up in the mountains, my garage got broken in and someone had cut the buds off my 20 indoor plants, just a week from finishing.
I did some asking around and found out Ed had been seen in my backyard and also suddenly Ed had a bunch of fresh weed for sale.
Now, I could have gone over to his house with a few friends and kicked his ass. But then he would have got some of his friends and retaliated. Thwn I'd have to retaliate and soon someone would end up in the hospital or jail.
So I waited a few days and asked him if he's help me break doen my garden and load my equip. into my van.
"Why" he asked.
"Hell I'm not gonna grow pot at home anymore since I'll just get ripped off again.
I took my equip. to a friends house and stashed it. I upgraded my locks and put in a security system. Then 2 days later, when Ed was gone, I moved my equip. back in and restarted.
And whenever Ed stopped by I always told him I was on my way somewhere and didn't have time to hang. If he called I told him I had someone else on the line and that I'd call him back but never did.
I cut off all contact with him.
He moved after awhile (so did I) and the last I heard he was married to this anti-pot controllling witch who makes him turn over his paycheck to her and gave him like 10 bux spending money for the next week. He now begs for scraps of weed.
Heh Heh.
Karma strikes again!
I've followed this for the most part.
Except for a neighbor let's call him Ed. He knew I grew indoors because I bought my first indoor set-up from him.
So within 4 months I had a gang of pot, and more on the way.
Ed would stop by and I'd always smoke him out. Then he started asking for a joint to take with him.
Then he started beggin more and more pot and when I found out he was selling it I finally told him "no more pot to go".
A week or so later, while I was up in the mountains, my garage got broken in and someone had cut the buds off my 20 indoor plants, just a week from finishing.
I did some asking around and found out Ed had been seen in my backyard and also suddenly Ed had a bunch of fresh weed for sale.
Now, I could have gone over to his house with a few friends and kicked his ass. But then he would have got some of his friends and retaliated. Thwn I'd have to retaliate and soon someone would end up in the hospital or jail.
So I waited a few days and asked him if he's help me break doen my garden and load my equip. into my van.
"Why" he asked.
"Hell I'm not gonna grow pot at home anymore since I'll just get ripped off again.
I took my equip. to a friends house and stashed it. I upgraded my locks and put in a security system. Then 2 days later, when Ed was gone, I moved my equip. back in and restarted.
And whenever Ed stopped by I always told him I was on my way somewhere and didn't have time to hang. If he called I told him I had someone else on the line and that I'd call him back but never did.
I cut off all contact with him.
He moved after awhile (so did I) and the last I heard he was married to this anti-pot controllling witch who makes him turn over his paycheck to her and gave him like 10 bux spending money for the next week. He now begs for scraps of weed.
Heh Heh.
Karma strikes again!