Being a pot head in my current location is just too much of a hassel. It's so hard to find weed here, and I've got dicked around about it one too many times. I give up. After 14 years of being a stoner, I've had to put my bowls away, its become too hard to find anything to put in them. I spend more time looking for weed than I do smoking it. Its just not worth it any more. I reluctantly leave the marijuana culture because I'm no longer able to score weed at the rate that I need to maintain my perferred level of potheadness. Maybe I'll take up some other hobby like alcoholism - at least that's easier to come by. At 29 stuck in south Georgia, I give the fuck up.
i agree: grow it yourself. you will have a hobby, you will have cheap weed, and you will be proud of your weed. this summer, i had a relatively inefficient grow plauged by small crops and whiteflies, and i still pulled about 7oz from a 450$ investment over the course of maybe 6 months
Maybe you should find a job somewhere else & move to where you know there's weed, which really should be everywhere, but that's besides the point.
I agree that alcoholism is not a great idea Then again I don't think being a "pothead" is a good idea either, if being a pothead means being stoned all the time, but that's just me and my experience. As others have suggested, growing is always an option, or you could move. You could find some connections in a bigger city within driving distance (don't know where exactly you are located) and buy in bulk when you can. I grew up in Birmingham, AL, and while marijuana is certainly is certainly not all over the place like it is in California or NYC (where I am now), it's not impossible to find by any means. If you really want to keep smoking, I think the best idea of all is that you could try smoking in (gasp!) moderation. I know it's a crazy idea, but think about it. Buy an ounce or more of good stuff whenever you have the opportunity and smoke once or twice a week. It should last quite a while. This is all assuming you really care about continuing to smoke, which I'm not sure you do or else you wouldn't be giving up. And honestly, if you've smoked that much for that long, it would probably do you some good to take a break. You can always smoke again later.
Man, I lived in South Carolina and it was everywhere. Georga is not South Carolina but I would be willing to bet that you could find it. You just have not found the right people yet. Personally I would grow.
Thanks for all the advice and alcohol discouragement. Seriously, thanks for the kind words of encouragment. I've got no peeps here to talk to in this coke head town. I really am thankful for you all and your kind words, really thanks. I do mean that. GROWING: I used to grow when I lived out West and there were few cops, less laws and had space. But now I'm in an apartment. I supposed I could save up for a grow closet or something if I could figure out how to justify the eletricity an indoor grow op would produce. They're very harsh on that shit down here unlike what I became accustom to living with out in the liberal West where feel like I belong. I'm so out of place here, which is one of the main reasons I left the South years ago with no intentions of return to this repressed society.---- I came back to the South where I have extensive family. ALCOHOL IS NO SUBSTITUTE: To clairfy my statement, I detest alcohol. Alcohol doesn't compliment my personality at all and I hate being around people drinking, so the reality is I don't think alcoholism is really going to be my next hobby. That reference was in regards to how I've ended up drinking in bars just to try to score some weed with the cooks and staff, but I've just been jerked around so much that I've ended up drinking a lot more than I ever wanted to and getting less weed than ever before. THE WORST POT CULTUE EVER IS HERE: I'm sick of being told "oh, yeah, I've got some weed, after work I'm going to go home and change and I'll be right over with it for you." For them to not show up, not call, won't give me their number and then the next five days "nope, I don't have anything left." And "sure I'll help you out with a pinch of my good bud a friend dropped off, meet me tomorrow when I show up for my shift at 5" then I show up, and I'm told "Oh, I'm behind the bar right now I can't do anything, come back when my shift ends at 10 p.m." just to find at 10 p.m. "Oh she left a good while ago." This kind of shit over and over, day after day, week after week, has taken its toll. There's nothing that pisses me off more than to be teased with the prospect of weed day after fucking day. It's wearing on me. I'm like the mouse that keeps pushing the button, but nothing happens, soon the mouse won't push that button any more, and I'm at that point. Like right now I'm toying with the idea of going out for a drink because there's a 1/2% that I might get a pinch from the people I just referenced. But I hate alcohol, so why waste my money and liver on a 1/2% of a chance? WHY I SMOKE IN THE FIRST PLACE: I'm a professional. I enjoy smoking to not only to relieve my stress but it also smoking also stimulates my creative process, helps me manage my ADD and I use it for reducing the pain left over from a horrible horse riding accident I had 11 years ago this week, which nearly killed me at 18. After my broken ribs healed and I was left with chronic back pain is when I became a heavy pot smoker. MOVING: Due to various circumstances I've moved five times in the past year and a half in four states. I have to live where I can find a job. One of those moves I made without a job in my specialty trying to support myself waiting tables in Charleston,SC and ended up getting evicted because I couldn't pay my bills, much less afford the weed I could hardly find to some. I moved to Charleston because of the weed I had smoked 10 years before there, but the city has changed a lot much to my chagrin. It's less hippy friendly and much more plastic, fake and flakey than I remember. Since then I've been fired from one job and hated another. Finally I actually like my job, its just this town that sucks infected rotten ass. I'm down here because my family is rooted here in the south. ect.... I actually left the South for the West when I graduated from college in hopes of finding better and more steady supplies of high quality weed. Oh and did I ever find that in LA's beach cities, and when I was in Portland, Oregon and Seattle! I spent my 22nd birthday sleeping my my car in Humboldt, California's Red Woods Forest not knowing a soul within 3,000 miles, but was happier than ever with high quality, variety and easy to score at good prices bud on my person. I long for those days of living in my car on up and down the West Coast. All of you West Coaster that haven't lived else where really have no idea how fortunate of a location you are living in, or do you? *** Perhaps I've said too much. Oh, woe is me. I feel so lame. I'm nearly ashamed for all of my belly aching I've written here, but if anyone actually reads this it might give some insight as to why I'm feeling so hopeless right now on top of the obvious chemically induced depression I'm experiencing from fading THC levels. Once upon a time I was over-flowing with good luck for several years, but for the past 2 years we've had a very rough go at life - I'll spare you the rest of the gory details from my tale of spiralling misfortune starring rabid bill collectors and the such. I know; poor, poor, pitiful, me; boo-freak-a-de-hoo! Everyone just whip out those violins for poor unfortunate little me and my string of sad sagas of misadventure. I'm so ashamed of my foul attitude and dark outlook because I do have a lot to be thankful for. I have my health, I can walk and see, family loves me, I have a loving husband, a great dog and a fun and challenging job, plus I'm working on my first book. Maybe I can try to cultivate a source in a near by village which is just a hop-skip and a jump down the freeway. I just don't even know where to begin any more, I'm out of steam. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Expectation is the root of all disappointments. Anyone got any suggestions as to where to begin to look for weed in an unfamiliar city besides in bars? What's an unwillingly sober stoner stranger to do?
wow thats deep.. i suggest find a weed-friendly big city... drive down and buy in bulk..maybe a qp.. kinda risky but worth a shot if your that desperate
Jacksonville, Florida is down the road, I'm scouting it out. I'll have to remove some of that heart spilling above, I said too much.
