Dear NSA and law enforcement: the following is a fictional story. My friend and I are talking about writing a screenplay, and this is a character I've come up with. It is this fictional character speaking the following words. Oh, and thanks so much for keeping an eye on me. I feel so safe!
Dude. [redacted]. In my mind there are two weeds in my life that stand out as the best. First I'll tell you a long story about number 1, which you'll probably skim over and not really read. Then I'll tell you a short story about number 2. Forgive repeating if I've told you this story before.
1. When I was in [redacted] I grew 11 (I think. Maybe 10, maybe 12.) plants at once in an extra bedroom* under full-blast big-ass lights, with scheduled feritlizing and fans and big containers. It wasn't hydro, but the dirt was highly airated - great drainage. Additionally, I sprayed carbonated water on the leaves every night. It was 24 for about 2 months. Then 12/12 for about 2 months. 1, or maybe 2, of the 11 plants was Northern Lights. And that was the craziest weed I ever smoked.
Of course, it could be one of "those comparing 1960's basketball players to contemporary players" kind of things. They were great in their day, but there's no comparison to the current steroid-enhanced, scientifically-trained, and "identified as a talent and coached from a very early age" version of a basketball player. I think that's generally true of weed. Except for one thing. Freakish talent is freakish talent regardless of the era. And I'm telling you, this Northern Lights I grew sent people into something akin to a psychedelic trip. It was crazy stony, but wasn't sleepy at all.
I was selling all the shit that I had grown (and smoking it). I had a lot, and I was a general idiot and bad businessman, insofar as I charged less than normal because I didn't even really want to sell it, but to all my friends I was like, hey look I have all this weed! And most of them smoked or knew someone who smoked and asked if they could buy some, but then they were friends, so I was like well, here, have an 8th for 40, even though at the time super high quality weed was going for 65. I was more stingy with the Northern Lights, and that lasted longer, even though everyone who smoked it was like, "how about I give you my first born for an ounce of that." Anyhow, that was cool. Best weed ever. I've grown weed several times since, but it doesn't come out as good if you grow outside or if you don't have real lights.
2. Medicure. That shit is the bomb. Seriously, dude, for really though, I'm not joking, deceive you not, stick a needle, go fuck yourself if you disagree, wow, hurray, no kidding. Top two of all time.
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*My parents had, against my protestations of excess, leased me a really nice 2 bedroom condo for the school year; I'm pretty sure they paid more a month for that condo than I currently, as [age redacted], pay each month in rent on my house. I was one of those horrible spoiled college kids. Yes I did object, in a sense, to the indulgence. But underlying my possibly well-worded protest was pure spoiled adolescent: "Dad, I want to live somewhere more gritty! This place is boring!" I've obviously long since come to lament having been that person. Regardless, it is not relevant to the current topic of weed, except in so far as I successfully made the space more "gritty"** by growing weed there.
**Actually, I didn't. The weed room was a positivity sphere. Nothing gritty except the fear of getting caught. Sitting in that room everyday with my plants and those super bright lights, squirting my girls with fizzy water? It made me happy. It was the opposite of SAD (the disorder, not the emotion.) But still, thinking about those happy moments with my plants evokes the time period, which isn't so nice. Many more bad memories than good.
Sigh. I wonder what it would feel like to see one's youth with something other than regret. If only someone had put me on adderall as a kid.
Your friend,
Santiago
) - Medicure. I honestly don't know the heritage of this strain, I got it from a dispensary of the same name in LA. Here is an email my friend sent me after I gave him a sample:
