ukgrower2110
Well-Known Member
i never planned for it. i doubt anyone else who ended up at that point did. its a slow progression that took years for me. I categorise heavy smoking by two standards:
The Good Times
(up to 18- 20 grams a day)
The Bad times
(anything further than 20)
the problem is i never knew when i crossed the border. see it all started from the tender age of 11. this was when i first started smoking weed, it started off really slow, once a month, by 12 it was once a week and by 13 it was every other day. see i come from walthamstow in east london. a poor shitty area with a booming heroin and crack market. so naturally i started selling weed from around 12 1/2 and had a decent clientele by 13. when i reached 14 things started changing. i had started hanging around with gangs, drinking instead of blazing, fucking the slags and generally falling into block life. at this point weed was still a luxury.......but not for long. lets skip this part because i dont like my part in gang life. lets just leave it as i saw and did alot of disgusting things. so at 15 whilst im really deep in this life i realise my days are numbered and that i cant keep living a life of sleeping at home maybe twice a week and being unable to leave my house without my .38, at around late 15 or early 16(the drinking really fucked my memmory) i was approached by my original smoking friends(also my childhood friends) they had seen slowly that i was changing and i didnt like what i had gotten myself into. they offered me a stake in a new grow op, they had a grower with experience, the perfect house, all they needed was some cash and some help to move the final product. i agreed. so we got to work. i kept grinding for the gang(but slowly getting away) until the point when half the week i was with them the other half with my real friends. they also got me to stop drinking by giving me free weed. so mid 16 now. gcse's over. 2 grows finished. we decide to expand. we start building a name by moving our product 24/7, 2 of my boys during day and me 'n my boy in night. naturally i started smokin more, about 3 - 4 grams a day, and we get a new house. things are still very slow and hard due to the fact we had bad genetics and were still growing in soil from homebase lol.
we saved more and more by skipping meals and only drinking energy drinks. time moved on and shit got better. we got another house and started looking for better genetics. i am now smoking around a q a day. weeks of searching, testing and hard searching and finally we get a contact who will sell us very very good cuttings. we got the exodus cheese and did full houses. things go silent for a few weeks and then, 2 weeks before my 17th birthday(i think, high as fuck and very tired) i get a call to meet our grower at a garage in the blocks(oh btw its now around 12 - 13 grams a day) he opens a garage door and i see and smell the most heavenly thing on earth, 51.5 kilos of exoduse cheese. that was it. no more struggling, no more wondering if i could afford dinner, no more buying second hand games, no more sharing food, no more leftovers. i came a little btw. we moved in in a 20 kilo deal and in individual bricks(9 ounces). we payed for the best gentics and new grow equipment and a new grow house. i am now smoking about 16 grams a day. im about 17 1/4. i was still high as fuck really enjoying it.
the orders got bigger and more frequent and i had to hire some youngers to move food for me. my grower decides to take us on holiday to jamaica. we go and he drags us up to the mountains. this wasnt a gift to us. he was searching for genetics and forced me and my boys to smoke copius amounts of weed and describe the effects. that was hell.
we got back and i noticed that i wasnt getting that high so i actually forced myself to smoke more. i didnt notice but others did. i was locking myself away and smoking weed all day. here comes the bad times. 20 - 21 grams now. reality is a difficult concept now. after every spliff or blunt the world changes soo much. my shoes talk to me. my speakers play music when my computers off. i am in an imaginary reality. i hired more youngers because i thought i had too many orders, in truth, i was to lazy to meet any non heavy smokers. my life now is simply smoking weed, going on riu, making beats, listening to music, playing games and eating tons of food and occasionaly going to college. the only customer i actually took weed to were my 3 heaviest who i always had something special at a really low price for. why? because me and them could smoke for hours on end and "have fun". fuck knows how old i am. the only time i leave london is to get clones or go to amsterdam.
i remember that i had a girlfriend but as i said before, my idea of a fun day is workin my way through a big jar of nugs.
my lil brother is calling me every other day for advice that i cant give, college is stressing me. test times start. this was the heaviest part 27- 29 grams A DAY. i am not in reality at all. i wake up, light up, sleep, thats all i can remember. i am about 18.
the stress is mostly over and i cut down to 23 - 25 grams a day. i am a recluse. i get invited out and the only question i ask is "can i blaze there?".
my boys tell me were goin on holiday, to my home country of cyprus. i scream and shout "you fuckers know i cant get weed there" etc. they agreed that they would change the tickets so we would go to the dam for a week then go to cyprus.
shit stays the same for a while (nothing changes when you smoke that much)
we arrive in the dam, we get to our hotel and in our rooms. i put my stuff down. close the door. lock the door and literally sprint to the nearest coffeeshop. i smoked a shit ton of weed. i got kicked out of like 4 coffeeshops for smoking too much. on the day of our flight to cyprus i buy 5 grams from 3 coffeeshops(each) smoke 12 and triple bag the last 3 and between the cheeks it. as soon as i got through security i went to the toilet dropped it out. took off the first 2 bags and put it in my pocket. we arrive at around 11 in cyprus time. one of the best thing about cyprus is how cheap cigars and such are. i made a nice blunt and went to a beautiful beach restaraunt and got a ice cold carlsberg. put my beach mat thingy down and layed down sippin carlsberg puffin on my blunt listening to my ipod for a good half hour of pure bliss. then i went back to my hotel(5 star of course) and realised that for about 25 days i have no weed at all. when that hit me my appetite suddenly disappeared, my tiredness along with it. i sat down. and just sat there for god only knows how long. my boys banged on my door and kidnapped me to the nearest kebab house. i ordered the tastiest thing i could, the mix grill (chicken doner and shish with lamb doner and shish with lamb chops and lamb kofte) it came, smelt very nice, i tried eating but everything tasted like bland bread, i ate the lot but ended up puking it 2 hours later. we went for a swim and then relaxed at the bar at our hotel for a bit, got changed went out to the clubs. the whole time it was like the colour had been sucked out of life and everything was soo boring. i pulled as usual, took her back to my hotel, she was defo impressed, we fucked but that was it.......there wasnt that feeling of wildness or letting go. when it was done and i had flushed the dom etc she was talking bout how we should meet again but i just didnt care, nothing was interesting, eventually she got the message and left, i wanted to sleep but couldnt. i just layed there......for hours......staring into the ceiling. i looked at my watch 2:00 then looked again some time later 5:00, the sun came up at 5:30 and i was still awake, at 8 i curled up into a ball and started crying because i realised that id never be able to live without weed,i promised myself i will be asleep by 10:00 and when i arrive in england i will never go over a 15 gram a day limit. i was asleep by 9:50.
the rest of the holiday was just a normal fun as fuck holiday, i drank loads of carlsberg and fucked god knows how many girls and ate the finest food. the only prob i faced was sleep. i could not sleep earlier than 4 in the mornin.
now after this crazy journey im back where it mostly began. my room in our house. i have a jar of cheese in front of me left by my wonderfully forethinking grower and am hoping to start university next year. im high as fuck and its 4 in the mornin.
this was just my experience. what do u guys think of my "amazing journey" as my boy puts it?
The Good Times
(up to 18- 20 grams a day)
The Bad times
(anything further than 20)
the problem is i never knew when i crossed the border. see it all started from the tender age of 11. this was when i first started smoking weed, it started off really slow, once a month, by 12 it was once a week and by 13 it was every other day. see i come from walthamstow in east london. a poor shitty area with a booming heroin and crack market. so naturally i started selling weed from around 12 1/2 and had a decent clientele by 13. when i reached 14 things started changing. i had started hanging around with gangs, drinking instead of blazing, fucking the slags and generally falling into block life. at this point weed was still a luxury.......but not for long. lets skip this part because i dont like my part in gang life. lets just leave it as i saw and did alot of disgusting things. so at 15 whilst im really deep in this life i realise my days are numbered and that i cant keep living a life of sleeping at home maybe twice a week and being unable to leave my house without my .38, at around late 15 or early 16(the drinking really fucked my memmory) i was approached by my original smoking friends(also my childhood friends) they had seen slowly that i was changing and i didnt like what i had gotten myself into. they offered me a stake in a new grow op, they had a grower with experience, the perfect house, all they needed was some cash and some help to move the final product. i agreed. so we got to work. i kept grinding for the gang(but slowly getting away) until the point when half the week i was with them the other half with my real friends. they also got me to stop drinking by giving me free weed. so mid 16 now. gcse's over. 2 grows finished. we decide to expand. we start building a name by moving our product 24/7, 2 of my boys during day and me 'n my boy in night. naturally i started smokin more, about 3 - 4 grams a day, and we get a new house. things are still very slow and hard due to the fact we had bad genetics and were still growing in soil from homebase lol.
we saved more and more by skipping meals and only drinking energy drinks. time moved on and shit got better. we got another house and started looking for better genetics. i am now smoking around a q a day. weeks of searching, testing and hard searching and finally we get a contact who will sell us very very good cuttings. we got the exodus cheese and did full houses. things go silent for a few weeks and then, 2 weeks before my 17th birthday(i think, high as fuck and very tired) i get a call to meet our grower at a garage in the blocks(oh btw its now around 12 - 13 grams a day) he opens a garage door and i see and smell the most heavenly thing on earth, 51.5 kilos of exoduse cheese. that was it. no more struggling, no more wondering if i could afford dinner, no more buying second hand games, no more sharing food, no more leftovers. i came a little btw. we moved in in a 20 kilo deal and in individual bricks(9 ounces). we payed for the best gentics and new grow equipment and a new grow house. i am now smoking about 16 grams a day. im about 17 1/4. i was still high as fuck really enjoying it.
the orders got bigger and more frequent and i had to hire some youngers to move food for me. my grower decides to take us on holiday to jamaica. we go and he drags us up to the mountains. this wasnt a gift to us. he was searching for genetics and forced me and my boys to smoke copius amounts of weed and describe the effects. that was hell.
we got back and i noticed that i wasnt getting that high so i actually forced myself to smoke more. i didnt notice but others did. i was locking myself away and smoking weed all day. here comes the bad times. 20 - 21 grams now. reality is a difficult concept now. after every spliff or blunt the world changes soo much. my shoes talk to me. my speakers play music when my computers off. i am in an imaginary reality. i hired more youngers because i thought i had too many orders, in truth, i was to lazy to meet any non heavy smokers. my life now is simply smoking weed, going on riu, making beats, listening to music, playing games and eating tons of food and occasionaly going to college. the only customer i actually took weed to were my 3 heaviest who i always had something special at a really low price for. why? because me and them could smoke for hours on end and "have fun". fuck knows how old i am. the only time i leave london is to get clones or go to amsterdam.
i remember that i had a girlfriend but as i said before, my idea of a fun day is workin my way through a big jar of nugs.
my lil brother is calling me every other day for advice that i cant give, college is stressing me. test times start. this was the heaviest part 27- 29 grams A DAY. i am not in reality at all. i wake up, light up, sleep, thats all i can remember. i am about 18.
the stress is mostly over and i cut down to 23 - 25 grams a day. i am a recluse. i get invited out and the only question i ask is "can i blaze there?".
my boys tell me were goin on holiday, to my home country of cyprus. i scream and shout "you fuckers know i cant get weed there" etc. they agreed that they would change the tickets so we would go to the dam for a week then go to cyprus.
shit stays the same for a while (nothing changes when you smoke that much)
we arrive in the dam, we get to our hotel and in our rooms. i put my stuff down. close the door. lock the door and literally sprint to the nearest coffeeshop. i smoked a shit ton of weed. i got kicked out of like 4 coffeeshops for smoking too much. on the day of our flight to cyprus i buy 5 grams from 3 coffeeshops(each) smoke 12 and triple bag the last 3 and between the cheeks it. as soon as i got through security i went to the toilet dropped it out. took off the first 2 bags and put it in my pocket. we arrive at around 11 in cyprus time. one of the best thing about cyprus is how cheap cigars and such are. i made a nice blunt and went to a beautiful beach restaraunt and got a ice cold carlsberg. put my beach mat thingy down and layed down sippin carlsberg puffin on my blunt listening to my ipod for a good half hour of pure bliss. then i went back to my hotel(5 star of course) and realised that for about 25 days i have no weed at all. when that hit me my appetite suddenly disappeared, my tiredness along with it. i sat down. and just sat there for god only knows how long. my boys banged on my door and kidnapped me to the nearest kebab house. i ordered the tastiest thing i could, the mix grill (chicken doner and shish with lamb doner and shish with lamb chops and lamb kofte) it came, smelt very nice, i tried eating but everything tasted like bland bread, i ate the lot but ended up puking it 2 hours later. we went for a swim and then relaxed at the bar at our hotel for a bit, got changed went out to the clubs. the whole time it was like the colour had been sucked out of life and everything was soo boring. i pulled as usual, took her back to my hotel, she was defo impressed, we fucked but that was it.......there wasnt that feeling of wildness or letting go. when it was done and i had flushed the dom etc she was talking bout how we should meet again but i just didnt care, nothing was interesting, eventually she got the message and left, i wanted to sleep but couldnt. i just layed there......for hours......staring into the ceiling. i looked at my watch 2:00 then looked again some time later 5:00, the sun came up at 5:30 and i was still awake, at 8 i curled up into a ball and started crying because i realised that id never be able to live without weed,i promised myself i will be asleep by 10:00 and when i arrive in england i will never go over a 15 gram a day limit. i was asleep by 9:50.
the rest of the holiday was just a normal fun as fuck holiday, i drank loads of carlsberg and fucked god knows how many girls and ate the finest food. the only prob i faced was sleep. i could not sleep earlier than 4 in the mornin.
now after this crazy journey im back where it mostly began. my room in our house. i have a jar of cheese in front of me left by my wonderfully forethinking grower and am hoping to start university next year. im high as fuck and its 4 in the mornin.
this was just my experience. what do u guys think of my "amazing journey" as my boy puts it?
