Anyone who's ever had the pleasure of the law knocking on their door as swim did almost 10 years ago (for a minor pc hacking charge) knows the post-truama that can result from a hard unexpected knock on the door.
Well. Well. Well..........
Yesterday SWIM, in all his pothead glory, received a beautiful 1kg mimosa, ok beautiful is not the word.... miraculously majestic is better... and so he began the process of experimentation to divide it into spice, 5meo and jungle spice. Swim was excited like a pig in 1kg of manure.
1 hour into the first boil, a HEAVY KNOCK on the door and a deep male voice swim doesn't recognize. Harder knocking. Swim never receivess ANYONE at the apartment door - they have to ring up first, and even then he just moved to the city a few months back and so has limited contacts. Swim freezes and then hear's the voice 'radio downstairs' saying "I'm in front of the door now."
Swim freaks out. He's sure it's over. He's sure they track the supplier. Suddenly he feels as if they may have been following him earlier to buy the hcl, etc and are here to destroy swims life again. In his indica-induced haze (that jack herer blunt have been part of the problem) he proceeds to Flush 3gs of pure white! Pour a pot full of boiling mimosa over the balcony (onto a parked suv)! Toss 1kg of bark down the garbage shoot (!!!!) And finally pull 3 mj plants he had growing 3 months and was in love with!
SWIM sneaks out with his cell and money, sure it's all over... he thinks of his parents, his lawyer, his non-existent girlfriends (or more like, why did't swim stay with her, she would have been supportive hehe) goes to a stairwell and tip-toes like a ballerina down 10 flights of metalic stairs, not making a peep in case they are walking up... he gets to the front of the building and peaks around the corner expecting a dozen cop cars, flashing lights, and a gun in his face. Nothing. Nobody. His brain kicks in. It's 8pm. We get a 100 food deliveries every night... swim sees a few out there.. .. yup...... swim discovers it was a restuarant delivery guy knocking on the wrong door, he wasn't radioing, he was calling the customer to say "hey, i'm in front of the door. That 'warrant' he heard rustling was actually just a paper bag holding the food.
SWIM could cry, yet SWIM is laughing for at least he has learned the rule of better safe than sorry, on the other hand SWIM is wondering if there is a way to get into the garbage bins to retrieve the 1kg? It's in a heavy plastic bag. SWIM does not want to end up chopped into little pieces in an incinerator over $160, the complex does have 550 units so i imagine the system crushes. Ahh, forget it. Swim thinks the sight of the 1kg (HUGE!) was enough to trigger the paranoia, and the awful timing of the delivery guy, well.. swim can't fault himself too much, he's done dumber things in the past
Moral of the story: SWIM is taking 1-2 weeks off to clean the apartment, rid all grow stuff that might jeopardize spice work, and he'll be changing his alias because at 38 he's no longer a boy and thought to himself how pathetic it would look if his name made it into the newspaper and they said he was known as "flyboy" hahahahah... swims 38 and been using the name for 25+ years since the days of bbs's pre-internet.
Have a great day and say hello to the elves for swim, tell 'em he'll see them towards the end of the month!! And jesus christ if you're going to rag on swi, yes he deserves it
But go easy on swim he's in some pain!!!
Well. Well. Well..........
Yesterday SWIM, in all his pothead glory, received a beautiful 1kg mimosa, ok beautiful is not the word.... miraculously majestic is better... and so he began the process of experimentation to divide it into spice, 5meo and jungle spice. Swim was excited like a pig in 1kg of manure.
1 hour into the first boil, a HEAVY KNOCK on the door and a deep male voice swim doesn't recognize. Harder knocking. Swim never receivess ANYONE at the apartment door - they have to ring up first, and even then he just moved to the city a few months back and so has limited contacts. Swim freezes and then hear's the voice 'radio downstairs' saying "I'm in front of the door now."
Swim freaks out. He's sure it's over. He's sure they track the supplier. Suddenly he feels as if they may have been following him earlier to buy the hcl, etc and are here to destroy swims life again. In his indica-induced haze (that jack herer blunt have been part of the problem) he proceeds to Flush 3gs of pure white! Pour a pot full of boiling mimosa over the balcony (onto a parked suv)! Toss 1kg of bark down the garbage shoot (!!!!) And finally pull 3 mj plants he had growing 3 months and was in love with!
SWIM sneaks out with his cell and money, sure it's all over... he thinks of his parents, his lawyer, his non-existent girlfriends (or more like, why did't swim stay with her, she would have been supportive hehe) goes to a stairwell and tip-toes like a ballerina down 10 flights of metalic stairs, not making a peep in case they are walking up... he gets to the front of the building and peaks around the corner expecting a dozen cop cars, flashing lights, and a gun in his face. Nothing. Nobody. His brain kicks in. It's 8pm. We get a 100 food deliveries every night... swim sees a few out there.. .. yup...... swim discovers it was a restuarant delivery guy knocking on the wrong door, he wasn't radioing, he was calling the customer to say "hey, i'm in front of the door. That 'warrant' he heard rustling was actually just a paper bag holding the food.
SWIM could cry, yet SWIM is laughing for at least he has learned the rule of better safe than sorry, on the other hand SWIM is wondering if there is a way to get into the garbage bins to retrieve the 1kg? It's in a heavy plastic bag. SWIM does not want to end up chopped into little pieces in an incinerator over $160, the complex does have 550 units so i imagine the system crushes. Ahh, forget it. Swim thinks the sight of the 1kg (HUGE!) was enough to trigger the paranoia, and the awful timing of the delivery guy, well.. swim can't fault himself too much, he's done dumber things in the past
Moral of the story: SWIM is taking 1-2 weeks off to clean the apartment, rid all grow stuff that might jeopardize spice work, and he'll be changing his alias because at 38 he's no longer a boy and thought to himself how pathetic it would look if his name made it into the newspaper and they said he was known as "flyboy" hahahahah... swims 38 and been using the name for 25+ years since the days of bbs's pre-internet.
Have a great day and say hello to the elves for swim, tell 'em he'll see them towards the end of the month!! And jesus christ if you're going to rag on swi, yes he deserves it
But go easy on swim he's in some pain!!!
