Fall from Grace

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?!"

Yeah, Grandma.

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..

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