I have tried to write this story down a few times but every time i never post it so hopefully this time it will be how i like it. To begin with there are a few things you need to know about me to understand my story. To begin with i grew up in South Carolina. South Carolina as a whole is a state that was first to succeed but it is always last to change and very religous...did i say religous? As a kid i was required by my parents who are and were very strict to attend church no matter what. Not attending or having faith was not an option in our house. While i might have looked like the little church boy who did nothing bad i soon came to realize that i could play that part but also have what my parents would consider a dark side. Soon as i progressed through highschool the lies became more and more maybe this is normal for kids. Somehow though i never got caught whether it was sneaking out for the night or just plain getting hammered (this was before i smoked). Senior year of highschool was a blast lots of drinking and having fun. I also played tennis and soon got good enough to where i had a chance to possibly play college. Eventually high school ended but i still kept 2 of my best friends for this story we will name them john and will. My parents wanted me to attend a small school i knew that. My mom is convinced im visually spacial challenged whatever the fuck that means haha. But i decided to go to a small private school not to mention it was very religous but methodist not baptist like i grew up in. My first few months in college were a drinking tennis blurr. Soon my first semester was over and it was time to go home. First night back my best friend will invited me to a party i made up some crazy lie and left for the night. As i entered the party a very particular smell something ive never smelled before hit my nose. It was weed and not only that the first time ive ever seen it smelt it or saw it smoked. Instantly i wanted to try it. And so i got high for the first time and maybe thats where some of my friends would say my obsession with growing started. I would have to argue though and say it was way before that when i wrote AND FAILED my presat essay section because i wrote on legalization instead of my topic. I only realized i had a topic when i asked a friend what they wrote about and they said the president and i said that sucks i wrote about marijuana . Now to skip forward a little its summer time and getting close to my sophmore year. I have a girl friend playing college tennis everything looks to be going accordingly to my parents. What they dont realize and only my girl friend Carla realizes is i have become completely obsessed with growing. It may have been my first love truly if you can be in love with growing i was. I started to carefully calculate how i could pull this off while in college. My girl friend was never against the idea although she was scared i guess you could say she was the follower in the relationship. I had everything ready lights fans soil nuts seeds etc i had almost blown my entire summer pay check on it but everything was ready finally! I decided to grow this in my girl friends room primarily because my RA was a prick and out to get me. In the next few days i had my first sprout and boy was a tired and had no clue on the journey i was about to partake on. I started growing in the rubbermaid container underneath my girl friends bed in a dorm room. Keep in mind this dorm room is about the size of a large closet VERY small. For a while everything went as planned i had decided that to get a decent harvest i should move the plant to a friends place about 45 minutes down the road. I trusted him and he was my bestfriend we both needed the money to move out from our parents house and this could be the start of the money we needed. Oh and did i mention we both love to smoke? Its move day and my trunk has a pot plant in it. I have 45 minutes to drive down a rather busy highway and not get caught. Also I have to get the plant inside his apartment. I make the drive shitting bricks the whole way luckily it was a holiday and most people had left for home so we snuck the plant in easily. It took us about a day but we made a stealth dresser by taking out the back from one i found at a thrift store. I finally got my HPS light going and inline fan. Life is going good and im going to have a nice harvest. My friend decides hes going to leave for the weekend and told me he was going to see a friend so the plant would be alone for 3 or 4 days. I thought nothing about it and told him that was fine. Now what happened next ill probably never understand but my homemade carbon filter split in 2 while he was gone. It also just so happened that i was growing some very skunky stuff. My friend gets back and a few hours later he gets a knock on his door. Its the chief of police from his county and my friend has not had the chance to completely get the smell from his apartment. The chief says that they just arrested people 3 doors down from him with a pound of coke. They got a report that they smelled weed in the area (im pretty sure these people made up crap about us so there is not telling if they smelled it or not). The cop told him he would have a warrant to search his apartment on Monday. My friend calls me immediately freaking out like i have never heard before. We talked about burning it cutting it down putting it down the disposal everything. As badly as i wanted to do it i knew that i could not. Luckily the area he lives in is a bad area so there were no stake outs on his place. At about 3 in the morning i make the drive grab the plant and setup a very quick place to grow for a few weeks while this blows over. My friends place gets searched they find nothing and my friend just so happens to be on the tennis team with the chiefs son. Keep in mind this is a small town. The son convinces the dad nothing is going on and he regularly visits and is very good friends with my friend. We decide its time now to move the plant back down. Keep in mind this is the second time i have had the balls to drive a plant in my trunk for almost an hour. Lets not even begin on how this thing survived. The plant is in flowering and seems to be going perfectly as planned. I visit my friends house often now because i am so obsessed. Finally its time to have the chopping party. The buds were beautiful and it tooks hours of work getting all those sugar leaves off. I collect all the bud into a rubbermaid containter and drive back to the dorm. I am ecstatic because i have basically pulled off what i consider difficult to do. Growing in a dorm room at college while being a NCAA athlete oh and did i mention all the smoke i had . I get back and what else would i do but party the night away. I decided i would worry about drying it the next day. Come about 2 in the morning after some drinks im pretty tired and decide to go to my girlfriends to sleep. I also had my car parked there so it made sense. Normally i throw rocks at her window and she comes and opens the door. Tonight thought something different was going on. Then as i stuck my nose up to the window....i smelled one of my favorite things but it made my stomach roll, it was my own weed. Which meant it was not in my car anymore and there is no filter. This is the skunkyest bud i have ever smelled and instantly i know its probably over. I am faced with two choices now as i watch from a tree across from her room. I could go inside her room and go down with her (i could already see the blue lights) Or run. I made a promise to her that if we got caught i would not leave her hanging. Longest walk of my life was walking to that room. The cop was banging outside of her room she would not let him in. I told him i was her boyfriend and just came to visit. He told me he was sure she had weed on her and then decided to search my person. My dumbass self forgot to toss the scale i had in my pocket during all this so next thing i know im in hand cuffs. The cop eventually got angry at my girl and busts down the door. What he finds was much more than expected. Eventually we go down to the sheriffs and all of the cops are having a party with this. 2 good kids caught with growing weed. Lets punish them! They weighed it out keep in mind this is stems and bud. I got marked down with 468 grams of weed. Roughly a pound. To this day i will never understand how it was a pound but it was apparently. Keep in mind its not cured and there is still some stem on there. Still a pound though means one thing felony. Not only 1 felony but i got 3 my gf got 4. We were charged with a 50k bail. Thankfully my parents are well off and payed it for both of us. 5k after bail bonds men. Which is ridiculous by the way (Rapist get a 50k bond...). To skip forward 6 months later i have a lawyer and get off on illegal search. Even though the DA wanted to punish me and make it into a big story he could not thank god to one dumbass cop with no warrant. I am back on my feet now while i lost a scholarship and so did my girl friend we are going back to school soon with no felonies. This was probably the wildest ride of my life and i wish i could write it all down better. Looking back on it, it was a crazy notion and probably not the smartest but in no way do i regret it. I love weed love growing it and seem no harm in smoking it. Sorry if this story is not perfect i will add to it if i can!