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November 15th and 16th 2009

Growboy — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 20:52:45 GMT

YouTube- 2009 November 15 cam 1

YouTube- 2009 November 15 cam 2

YouTube- 2009 November 16 cam 1

YouTube- 2009 November 16 cam 2

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Growboy — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 21:25:28 GMT

My boyfriend draws these for me :)

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November 14th 2009

Growboy — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 21:19:14 GMT

YouTube- 2009 November 14 cam 1

YouTube- 2009 November 14 cam 2

November 13th 2009

Growboy — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 20:25:37 GMT

YouTube- 2009 November 13 cam 1

YouTube- 2009 November 13 cam 2

Growboy - Day 13

Growboy — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 22:27:18 GMT

New growboy!

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November 12th 2009

Growboy — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 19:32:13 GMT

The first half of each of these videos are the same as some parts from Growlog 7 video.

YouTube- Growlog Nov 12th 2 AM to 6 PM Cam 1

YouTube- Growlog Nov 12th 2 AM to 6 PM Cam 2

Thoughts on Rothbury

Floydian — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 13:50:07 GMT

It's been just over two months since I went to the Rothbury Music Festival at the Double J Ranch in lower Michigan. I've spent quite a lot of time thinking back to the whole experience, and how I almost didn't go.

AimedForDeath, Nugglord_420 and myself left in my absolutely packed-to-the-windows car, with AFD driving, myself shotgun, and Joe (Nugglord) sitting behind me in the back with probably half as much room as he would have needed to be anywhere near "comfortable."

It was shortly after 11:30pm when we hit the road, three fat joints rolled in expectation of the 8 hour trip, a thermus full of coffee for AFD, some turkey and cheese sandwhiches, a few CD's most of which my car couldn't read, and an excitement like none other for the experience we were about to partake in.

It had been said earlier in the day that we wouldn't smoke any of those joints until we got to downstate, while we were purchasing the weed from my main man, whom hooked it up with at least a 6gram bag for the price of 3.5g. He knew exactly what we were in for and wanted to help out, of course.

Of course, that didn't last, and AFD (who originated the "no smoking til downstate" rule) said "Spark up that fucking joint." We less than an hour in to the trip, we were getting high and getting very pumped. I'm sure it wasn't more than a half hour 'til we smoked the second joint, and then we knew we were going to have to spend the whole second half of the trip sober.

The reason being, we had promised ourselves we were going to smoke a joint while going over the Mackinac bridge, something I'd wanted to do for years.

We got to the bridge, gave the toll-booth lady our tokens which AFD had to get us across for free, and sparked up the J barely feet past the toll booth. It was an epic feeling and setting, blazing while 250+ feet over the water's surface, on one of the longest suspension bridges ever built... man we were high. We were still smoking the roach as we finally got off the bridge 5 miles later, but unbeknownst to us, the road pretty much goes straight in to 70MPH freeway.

There we were, smoking a roach, going about 30 miles an hour in a 70 mile an hour zone, and sure enough a fucking cop rolls by. He just drives on by, we toss what very little was left of the roach, and roll on down the road.

That hurtle over, there was nothing left to look forward to except for at least 3 or 4 hours of driving.

*Time skip*

We're finally waiting in line, still in our car, to get our wristbands and have our cars searched.

The search was weak and not worth talking about in detail... anyways, no one tells you where to go. They basically point you in "x" direction, and tell ya to go. You're on your own, gotta find your campsite with no fucking clue where you are.

We drove around for at least an hour just trying to find an empty site, and in hindside, we were no where close. We were just driving through obviously full camping fields. The only good to come of this would be that within the first 10 minutes, even while we were DRIVING (mind you we had the windows down,) at least two or three people offered us drug.

Pretty good sign of things to come.

*******

More at a later time.

November 11th 2009

Growboy — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 19:06:28 GMT

The second one is betters!

YouTube- Growlog 6

YouTube- Growlog 7

Refilling my stash

GGrass — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 05:52:05 GMT

I just refilled my stash. Now it's full again. Ah... the satisfaction from knowing that you have enough weed to smoke until the end of the year...

:smoking:

My first growth video logs

Growboy — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 03:42:57 GMT

YouTube- Growlog 1

YouTube- Growlog 2

YouTube- Growlog 3

YouTube- Growlog 4

What is my passion?

GGrass — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 08:24:39 GMT

Quote:

Originally Posted by GGrass

What is my passion?

The first think that comes up in my mind is golf. I sure am a passionat golfer...

But that's not all. I have blogging, writing, picture taking, driving, etc...

Come to think, I have many passions. A bit too many, perhaps?

Nah... I'm not REALLY passionate about golf... or writing... or picture taking... I'm just doing them coz they kill time... cheaply too.

So what is my REAL passion? I wonder...

And I think my real passion is 'thinking' and making that thought into something more substantial. Into something others can see... touch... hear... smell... taste... and may be, just may be FEEL. I want to make other people FEEL my thoughts.

That's my passion.

And another blog...

Looking out the window

GGrass — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 04:30:18 GMT

Quote:

Originally Posted by GGrass

Looking out the window,

This is what I see.

I thought I blogged it...

i'm jealous!!!

whatsinaname — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:01:08 GMT

been cruisin thru pics...nice for sure, but i am JEALOUS!!!:eek:

Ounce

Jstoner — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:52:16 GMT

i just picked up an ounce of some nice budd after a long time,
heres some pics
enjoy !!:hello:

Rain

GGrass — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 03:49:40 GMT

It's like clock work. Every day, at 2 PM, it starts to rain. And it stops at precisely 3.30 PM. Everyday.
I spent the one and a half hour of rain at a golf course, talking to three old men, aged between 70 to DOA. We were stranded at the driving range.

Not that it would take impossible amount of effort to get in the car and drive back to work, but the rain gave us very good excuse to not to go to work.
And just hang out.

A LOT of topics were discussed... from politics... economy... sports... and yeah, a LOT of golf talk.
And I discovered that one of the old gentleman lived right next to where I work. About 300 meters down the road.

I finally have a golfing buddy next to my office!
How nice... Really... It was so nice to make a golfing friend who lives so close to where I am most of the day.

And it got me to think about where I am, most of the day.

WHERE am I? What is next to me? What kind of environment are you in? What's the weather like? What does it smell like? And what does it look like?
Well, I can't tell you how it smells like, but I can tell you how it LOOKS like.

I am surrounded by this. The green. The water. The sun and the trees.

I am surrounded by people who live here.

I am spending my time in the middle of this.

There's a tree over there.

I am standing in its presence.

This is what I see every day.

And here lives a 70 years old man, who plays golf with me.
^___^

After the rain, everything went very quiet.

May be it was the deafening noise the rain made as it hit the tin can roof of the driving range,
TATATATATATATATATATATATATA-------- !!!

Like fire cracker going off on Chinese New Year's day, the occassional thunder emphasizing the similarity.

And just like somebody had finally remembered to turn off the focet, the rain stopped, and so did our conversation... about golf... age... and everything else the Thai people talk about when they start talking.

The good stuff.

Anyway...

I found these on my way back to my office.