It’s something I’ve done many times in my life, illegally. It’s something I don’t do any more, or at least haven’t in quite a while. I never did it to make money, I did it to help make weed, because I like weed, nay, I love weed, and I enjoy sharing it with others when I’ve grown it. It’s kind of like baking a pie for someone.
Certainly as soon as growing it became legal here and there (well, it’s still not legal here, but it is there and there and there), I considered cashing in my assets and going into the bidness. From what I understand, it’s quite profitable. I invested in medical marijuana immediately when it became legal, on the stock market, supporting the cause and all, made a few grand before bailing.
Thing is, I’m not a bidness person, never have been, never will be. I prefer making pies and giving them to people, I’ve never had enough of a profit drive to be a good bidness person. And the reason I grew weed was because I liked growing weed. Nay, I loved growing weed.
With the exception of that one time, when I grew it outdoors in Arizona, I’ve not been able to grow it nearly quickly enough to keep myself supplied. I don’t have a freaking warehouse, and I do have a pretty healthy appetite. I guess maybe those plants I grew back in Florida kept me supplied, at least for a little while, back when I was a kid. I do recall all sorts of ways I tried drying down leafy stuff quickly without losing the bit of potency present there. When it budded and matured over the course of that frosty Florida winter, it was a sight to behold. I’m too lazy to go down and scan the image.
Massachusetts, I love you. You’re one of those wheres.
Growing weed outdoors in Arizona is one of those things like growing any other tough, well, weedy kind of a plant in Arizona, it is something to behold. Corn is, too. I used to drive by a cornfield twice a day to and from work at Mesa Lutheran and I’ll be put in the microwave and popped if a body couldn’t just watch that sh*t grow, I mean, literally.
I think technically it might even be legal there, growing weed, even if they will arrest you for it, especially if you’re deportable. I don’t know, haven’t checked in with my friends in AZ about the situation there in a long time. I do know it’s on the books. I do also know AZ pretty well.
But the watching it grow thing, same thing with the weed. My mentor taught me how to do it, it’s a matter of pruning and staking and gonads. In fact, with the laws thing, those laws about being able to grow six plants or some such here or there, I promise, I can lay down a couple of acres with six plants, no problem. Especially outdoors in Arizona.
That’s the thing about those laws, we can always kind of play around with them. Laws and language and playing the game. Life should be so much simpler.
But the thing is, if one is doing it there, well, illegally, that rapid growth rate must always be considered against the gonadosity, because part of the trick is that it’s pretty much sitting out there where anybody can see it. It's just hiding amidst that nice mix of Lantana and Verbena you've got there, and gee, that Vitex is just beautiful. If they know to look carefully, they might see it. If they don’t, it’s pretty invisible. It’s amazing what a body can do with a little knowledge.
But no, the reason I gave up on trying to grow weed is the lights thing. I cannot justify to myself using the electricity needed to grow weed, especially when, for practical purposes, the only purpose in doing so is love. When I can grow it outdoors, legally, I will.