Updated: May 13
The pot farm was a failure.
It was a revelation and a failure.
I thought I'd make money farming marijuana but it turned out to be a bad business plan. I don't know if they were swingers with weird addiction habits like cigarettes and porn, but I was under the wing of a disorganized drug dealer.
I'm tired & I'm burnt out.
I'm attracted a lot of weird, f#cked up energy,
and I no longer had the will to maintain.
I called Grandma Lopiccolo:
"You dummy!" She said.
"Of course it didn’t work out!" "You put your trust in a drug dealer?!"
I know... What did I do?
I feel like a failure. I'm embarrassed and ashamed.
I really wanted to make it work out, but I didn’t have the will to handle it. The cost of living is a lot in San Francisco and I hardly have a friend. I have no money, no friends, no motivation.
I came home
for the 6th time. To face my parents. And 100+ people who came to my "Farewell" Party
Just 2 months ago..