My pot movie

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timfbmx

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wow you really bust your ass lugging soil to your spot and everything! I wish I would have maybe my plants on my mountain grow would of got bigger. But thats ok I got a monster 5ft bush in my backyard lol
 
Slickness420

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Yea, the movies are bad ass. None of my friends are registered on youtube yet, but when I showed them the movies, they were impressed. Nice job.
 
inbudwetrust

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You are a truly talented writer BD. I dont know how to describe the feeling I got after reading this. It almost brought tears to my eyes because I really yearn to be outdoors and find myself like you did. Fuck man I feel the pressures of california life everyday,"fast, make money, be the cool guy, drive the bad ass car, all this is bull shit. I am totally over this. Sick of it. Ready to just say fuck it and try something. You helped me see some things that I had forgotten BD. Thanks man, appreciate it.

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Sitting on the bank of the swamp on a soft clump of pine needles, I gazed transfixed at the miracle unfolding in front of me. The soft rays of early October sunlight enveloped the mosquitoes in an ethereal glow as they danced an aerial ballet. The wetland sky seemed like a living chandelier dripping with diamonds, as these insects swung in random crescendos, millions of them, making contact, free-falling, then climbing with a swoop to do it again in their mating dance. A week or two earlier, I mused, these insects’ relatives likely gorged on my blood as I worked the patch. Now they were providing me with the most exquisite performance, courtesy of Mother Nature. The profundity of the interconnectedness of all living things washed over me and I felt a strong sense of the sacred.

My apprenticeship, that thirty-two day stint in the woods, was full of moments like those, as I tended the crop in the mornings with the Z-Man, then went off to commune with nature.

The Z-man was our enforcer on the crop. With a stolen black colt .45 which he kept under a log, he was a 5'6, 265-lb. black man with a shaved head, earring, tattoos, a degree in philosophy, and a penchant for old Tom Jones records. We were the two new guys, elected to guard the crop and see it to the finish.

With nothing else to do after the day's round of checking on and maintaining 600,000 dollars worth of pot, I nestled into the routine of taking the Z-Man trout fishing. To this day, that indelible impression remains etched in my mind. That big black man, looking like a biker bar bouncer, holding a delicate little trout rod, intently practicing the intricate art of brook trout fishing. With a dancing rod tip and taut line, his reel whizzing, he’d glance at me for approval with a yelp of exhilaration. His child-like glee at being rewarded for his patience made me wonder if he’d have the persona he had if he’d experienced this rite of passage as a boy.

On cool October nights, in the glow of lamplight, the Z-Man and I drank tea and hot chocolate, talked philosophy and listened uneasily as, occasionally, a huge, ancient tree cracked in the distance and fell with a thunderous boom that echoed through the wilderness in the blackness of the night.

What a joy it was, watching this man of such stark contrasts discover simple pleasures long lost to him in the concrete jungle. That stay in the bush taught me a lot about human potential and the complexity of self, how we often tend to preconceive and label people based on appearance.
Those thirty-two days in the woods changed me. And I know they changed the Z- Man. It forced us to look inward and reflect, to look at each other simply as fellow men, to do what we do far too little of in the hustle and bustle of our lives - get to know the real person behind the protective veneer. The natural world does that; it forces you to focus inward on the real and essential.

I would need that grounding. I was about to leave the woods after a month without so much as a hot shower, carrying a suitcase filled with enough money to afford me any creature comfort.
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inbudwetrust said:
You are a truly talented writer BD. I dont know how to describe the feeling I got after reading this. It almost brought tears to my eyes because I really yearn to be outdoors and find myself like you did. Fuck man I feel the pressures of california life everyday,"fast, make money, be the cool guy, drive the bad ass car, all this is bull shit. I am totally over this. Sick of it. Ready to just say fuck it and try something. You helped me see some things that I had forgotten BD. Thanks man, appreciate it.
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Comments like that make an artist's life worth while. It validates the work and all I do. Thank you very, very much for that. Those emotions are far more than I could ever have hoped to evoke in my readership. You have no idea the mileage I get out of comments like that. They drive me forward and compel me to do great works.

Two new episodes coming up in the movie within a day or two...
 
kylej608

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alright ill be looking forward to watching them! your my main inspiration for my 1000+ grow next year
 
fabizpwn

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kylej608 said:
alright ill be looking forward to watching them! your my main inspiration for my 1000+ grow next year
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good luck with that, looks like youll be spending a whole summer with your crop, lol get a gun and pitch a tent, thats how the mexicans around here do it.
 
inbudwetrust

inbudwetrust

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Big words, you sure you could back those up? My boy BD, or one of his rollitup Entourage will stomp you. Preferably me. Keep your dumb opinions to yourself, we never use those three letters on this site. Do me a favor and forget your login information.


fabizpwn said:
btw, browndirt is the DEA!!!!! thats all i have to say about this, i wont mention it again.
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