BananaForeskin
I Eat Plant Magic
Several times this week I have had the urge to write this post. Recently, as of the last half-year, two things have happened: 1) A future of my younger dreams has started manifesting itself 2) I have started successfully growing mushrooms. Because mushroom fruiting has not evolved to a discreet process in my space, any old policeman or DEA officer who wandered in could discover what was going on. And, thanks to things like internet records, one could wander in. And if one did, it could ruin my life, and my newly-uncovered future life, in the nigh-fullest sense of the word.
It unnerves me constantly to think that if something went wrong, my future would be toast. This evolves to such a strong feeling that at times I want to immediately destroy my pins, my substrates... burn the little MHRB still cached... clean everything away. But by then this fear has ebbed away, and I find myself lusting after the idea of a newly-inoculated bucket of horse-manure. Only to dissolve.
I suppose what I am wondering, is whether I have reason to trust the logical comforts my brain offers. Or should I break away from it all, only to read, dream, and talk about the subject? Is it true that almost no-one gets busted for mushrooms? Especially when one isn't selling, and tells only trusted friends? That the DEA doesn't spend resources on hapless students like me, unless other people get involved first?
Do you know anyone who has been busted for drug production (I know there are a few) or if you have yourself? How did they get busted?
What has helped you avoid arrest in the past?
These are all questions I would love an answer to, it would help me a lot, and perhaps a few warnings would help others.
It unnerves me constantly to think that if something went wrong, my future would be toast. This evolves to such a strong feeling that at times I want to immediately destroy my pins, my substrates... burn the little MHRB still cached... clean everything away. But by then this fear has ebbed away, and I find myself lusting after the idea of a newly-inoculated bucket of horse-manure. Only to dissolve.
I suppose what I am wondering, is whether I have reason to trust the logical comforts my brain offers. Or should I break away from it all, only to read, dream, and talk about the subject? Is it true that almost no-one gets busted for mushrooms? Especially when one isn't selling, and tells only trusted friends? That the DEA doesn't spend resources on hapless students like me, unless other people get involved first?
Do you know anyone who has been busted for drug production (I know there are a few) or if you have yourself? How did they get busted?
What has helped you avoid arrest in the past?
These are all questions I would love an answer to, it would help me a lot, and perhaps a few warnings would help others.