Here's the deal......
Bout a week ago I went through and trimmed a little bud site that just wasn't producing due to it's location. In fact, the plant had just about given up on the thing so I plucked it off. Then it hit me. You know where I am going with this. It's been sitting on the side of my desk in a little out of the way area. I've watched this thing dry, shrivel up, and even manage to throw out some orange hairs! Squeezed it and it was pretty fuckin dry. So I did what any good stoner would do. I broke it up with my fingers and threw it in the bubbler sitting next to me and fired that fucker up. Of course I am anxiously waiting for my brain to respond and give me some feedback of what the fuck my first hit of my first grown bud is like. Not bad, but far from done of course. Then it hit me almost instantly. Eyes got heavy, heart rate picked up, and brain kicked into creativity, yet chill mode as I turned around in my chair. That's when I started typing this. I am without a doubt baked! But, not couch locked. The only regret I have is not thinking to snap a pic of the bud when I cut it, and right before I smoked it.
I cannot wait to harvest and cure this bud! Shit is ridiculous!