Same old brick wall. Same old head. Get it?
I continue to beat my head against the wall in my heroics efforts to forge a bright future in which I learn to grow dope better, for the purpose of entertainment, education, and more dope.
This is an ongoing perpetual grow journal and generally dumping ground. Welcome. *
~ HISTORY ~
I've been growing, technically, for about ten years, but the first five were pretty sporadic and silly, and barely even count.
Then I went through various other ill fated escapades for the next three, including a few indoor enterprises with some 'business minded' renegades and weirdos who claimed they knew wtf they were doing but didn't and we were powerless to avert the Doom which befell our grows as we ran in circles, like idiots, pissed off and freaking out, hauling plants and gear to whatever hiding places we could find, drenched in sweat and shaking with mind numbing terror and panic. Man, there was a lot of that shit in the old days. And then there was that one summer day the police aircraft came and started circling overhead and a bunch of other police on ATVs cut into the bush too fast for us to run and do anything except chat with the ones who came up the driveway. Sadly, we couldn't help them because it wasn't on our property and none of it belonged to us and we didn't know anything and hadn't seen anything. So what could we do? But we pledged to keep our eyes open. Goodbye officers. Goodbye, all our plants and all our grow stuff. Again.
But the last two+ years, since the internet arrived here and I joined 420, is the time in which things moved out of the Stone Age around here and I started learning to grow- still as kind of a old newbie. I feel like I knew almost nothing two years ago and was doing all sorts of ridiculous stuff that made no sense. Now I'm doing... uhhh...different stuff. Sort of.
People come on 420 and have access to all sorts of info and can grow an incredible plant in their first grow. That's not how it went for me when I started. Hahahahahhaha!! Not at all.
I've won a bunch of contests on 420 in the last year and got some fancy titles but remain ever humble and skeptical about my growing skills. If you hear me talking about how my plants are a shitty mess, or I seem to focus on the problems all the time, it's just how I think and communicate so don't let it worry you. I'm not complaining I just have a thing for the dark underbelly in life and it makes me laugh sometimes.
* I just want to say first that if someone wanders in here (in the 'bright future') and this journal is 100 pages long by then and you think you have to read through the whole journal to 'catch up', don't worry about doing that, unless you want to. That 'catching up' business can be a killer, and you'll totally like just die of boredom halfway through.
Just skip past this old written crap right to the present time. If you want.
Ask me questions and if you're confused you are in the right place and I am sure I will be able to help you
somehow.
Ace Malawi
I continue to beat my head against the wall in my heroics efforts to forge a bright future in which I learn to grow dope better, for the purpose of entertainment, education, and more dope.
This is an ongoing perpetual grow journal and generally dumping ground. Welcome. *
~ HISTORY ~
I've been growing, technically, for about ten years, but the first five were pretty sporadic and silly, and barely even count.
Then I went through various other ill fated escapades for the next three, including a few indoor enterprises with some 'business minded' renegades and weirdos who claimed they knew wtf they were doing but didn't and we were powerless to avert the Doom which befell our grows as we ran in circles, like idiots, pissed off and freaking out, hauling plants and gear to whatever hiding places we could find, drenched in sweat and shaking with mind numbing terror and panic. Man, there was a lot of that shit in the old days. And then there was that one summer day the police aircraft came and started circling overhead and a bunch of other police on ATVs cut into the bush too fast for us to run and do anything except chat with the ones who came up the driveway. Sadly, we couldn't help them because it wasn't on our property and none of it belonged to us and we didn't know anything and hadn't seen anything. So what could we do? But we pledged to keep our eyes open. Goodbye officers. Goodbye, all our plants and all our grow stuff. Again.
But the last two+ years, since the internet arrived here and I joined 420, is the time in which things moved out of the Stone Age around here and I started learning to grow- still as kind of a old newbie. I feel like I knew almost nothing two years ago and was doing all sorts of ridiculous stuff that made no sense. Now I'm doing... uhhh...different stuff. Sort of.
People come on 420 and have access to all sorts of info and can grow an incredible plant in their first grow. That's not how it went for me when I started. Hahahahahhaha!! Not at all.
I've won a bunch of contests on 420 in the last year and got some fancy titles but remain ever humble and skeptical about my growing skills. If you hear me talking about how my plants are a shitty mess, or I seem to focus on the problems all the time, it's just how I think and communicate so don't let it worry you. I'm not complaining I just have a thing for the dark underbelly in life and it makes me laugh sometimes.
* I just want to say first that if someone wanders in here (in the 'bright future') and this journal is 100 pages long by then and you think you have to read through the whole journal to 'catch up', don't worry about doing that, unless you want to. That 'catching up' business can be a killer, and you'll totally like just die of boredom halfway through.
Just skip past this old written crap right to the present time. If you want.
Ask me questions and if you're confused you are in the right place and I am sure I will be able to help you
somehow.
Ace Malawi
