I see my shipmates have been up to their usual shenanigans this morning. Love to see happy faces and attitudes.
Dreary, 65 degrees, and 97% humidity. Hope the guerilla growers don't get plagued with the rot. A lot of the locals rely on the fall crops to finance their lifestyles and occasional debauchery. If Buddha smiles on me for the next year or so, I'm looking forward to flooding the market with some good ole Acapulco Gold next fall. Life isn't as thrilling as it used to be, and the stealth of a guerilla grow sounds like excitement to me. Outside of being a few plants over the limit, I've been squeaky clean over the years. 'Bout time to live life on the wild side for a change.