You guys are awesome to chat with. I think a second person has me on ignore, apparently because I'm annoying.
I apologize to them, but hear me out...I'm an enigma. This is going to be a long post.
Early today, my mother, my sister and I went out to one of our farms by Hays, Kansas. We had some squatters hook the electricity up to mother's childhood home, a now abandoned farmhouse. Mom had to pay for 104 kilowatts of power that was used in a month. Apparently the squatters had cooked some meth, but they didn't leave any trash behind. They had vacated before the utility company went out to see why the power was being used. Everything is fine on the property.
On the way out, mom pointed to a plant, and said "There's a marijuana plant". Her dad had a government contract to grow hemp during WWII, we have a reoccurring ditch weed "problem". I said it wasn't a marijuana plant, my sister smiled and said "We know there's a difference between hemp and marijuana". And I said, "That plant is not either one". My sister stopped; I pulled a leaf and explained to them how to identify a pot plant. This was four prong leaf, maybe shatter cane.
I then announced to them, for the first time, that I intend to grow marijuana if and when it becomes legal. My sister is an Environmental Engineer for a state government. She laughed, and is apparently open to the idea. Mom didn't understand that I intend to grow pot on her land. She'll maybe figure it out later.
The irony is that I work for Dupont. Irene Dupont lobbied to have hemp made illegal, after they invented the long synthetic strands, specifically Nylon. How cool is that, I work for the anti-hemp.
So I have my foot in the door to be a pot grower. And I'm a recovering alcoholic. I can't (or won't) drink alcohol. I also go to Narcotics Anonymous meetings, because I used to use drugs, and because there are no chicks in the local AA program. I'm awful, no doubt about it.
If I end up a pot grower, i guess I'd have to quit the recovery programs. Being two face would get to me eventually. An hour ago, I took a homeless druggie to the store. i bought him some food, and a pair of reading glasses so he can read his Bible and the recovery program material.
I really think being a pot grower would be morally okay. i mean I drive past the liquor stores all the time. Those people don't feel guilty.
If you think my posts lead nowhere, you're probably right. Sorry if I'm annoying.