I never really liked pot. But I grew it. A lot of it. Back in the late 90's. I was living in Albuquerque, had a beautiful home and I was in lust with a straight man! We worked together. I would have done anything for him. And I did.
I had a very large fenced back yard. Mike loved smoking pot. Me-not so much.
I was great friends with Mike's girlfriend Sally. We even went on vacation together back to Mother's one summer. It was fabulous. I think Mother was somewhat confused because this was the first time I had brought a girl to Mother's since high school. Mother loved Sally just as she loved everyone. There was never enough love for Mother to give away. My twin brother Jerry loved Sally. And I mean that literally. They loved a lot during those two weeks. Every chance they had they loved. Just like Mother Jerry loved giving his love away. However, Jerry's love was somewhat more physical than Mother's and for the most part only shared with girls.
Mike wanted to build a greenhouse in my back yard. To grow Pot. Thinking about all those hours Mike would be at my house and all the chances I would have to fulfill my lust I simply replied "let's get started". I really didn't have a clue how to even start. I never have been very Butch. Mike was. Mike was very butch. He grabbed a shovel and started digging. He dug for days and days. Hot, sweaty, dripping, shirtless, sunburned muscles. I made drinks. Every evening after work and all weekend long Mike dug. Every night we would have Margarita's. My fav. Mike would haul the dirt away every night. The hole ended up being four feet deep fifteen feet wide and thirty feet long. Mike built the greenhouse, planted the cute little plants that had sprouted from the germinated seeds that he had started weeks before and padlocked the door. We watched them grow. Once they started getting some height to them Mike started spending the night. Mike was paranoid that
someone might find out about his sinsemilla. This had been my only condition all along. Mike was not to tell anyone about the greenhouse. The very first time Mike spent the night we both got what we wanted. Margarita's, sinsemilla growing, & hot sweaty straight man muscles. Life was good. Oh- and so was the harvest. Bags & bags & bags of pot. Mike loved it, me-I loved Mike.
The following summer I contacted a pool company and told them- "Tear down that BITCH of a Greenhouse and put a swimming pool where it OUGHT to be."
The reason for this is a story for another day.