Be Careful Re-Creating 🌱 1990s High-Times Photos 🤳

in WeedCash •  29 days ago  (edited)


This 1990s High Times themed photo nearly destroyed a relationship. Let me tell you how it happened.

💰 An Opportunity Not To Be Refused 👨‍🌾

     Two seasons ago I found myself in southern Oregon on a black market commercial ganja farm due to visa problems in Cambodia. I had to leave the lady and kids behind because they didn't yet have Cambodian passports and my residency visa renewal came suddenly and without warning.

     I hadn't seen my family in the USA for several years, and an old friend made me an offer I couldn't refuse. I'd have a chance to make $15,000 to $20,000 in 4+ months on a hügelkultur ganja farm in southern Oregon, also known as the State of Jefferson by some of you.

the three-sided cabin I called home for 5 months

complete with air mattress and woodburner

🧬 Ganja Is A Sacrament 🙏

     Even though I despise labels, I guess most would attach the Rastafari label to me, although in Oregon that only means you love reggae, ganja and have dreadlocks. It has nothing to do with the divinity of H.I.M. Haile Selassie I, and most people carelessly throwing around the term Rasta haven't a clue who Haile Selassie is.

     To most true Rastas, ganja is a sacred plant, although it's not a requirement to believe that or to smoke it. Even though many Rastas profit from the marijuana industry, I've always had a hard time mixing capitalism with something so personally holy.

Nyabinghi in Suriname for H.I.M. Haile Selassie I's Earthstrong (birthday)

     I can tell you with certainty that the majority of people in the marijuana industry on the west coast of the USA are focused on profits before respecting the plant. There are heaps of lazy folks in this industry looking for an easy buck, and many ganja trimmers like to think they could grow high-grade natural marijuana easily. It's not respected as the "healing of the nations" like it is by many here in the Caribbean.

💊🧘 Too Much Hedonism Can Be Dangerous 👯‍♀️🥂

     Let me just say I knew what I was getting myself into when I went to this ganja farm in Southern Oregon. I knew there would be copious amounts of ridiculously enlightened white people doing ridiculous things and talking about dharma.

     My buddy failed to tell me he hadn't grown up much in the last 10 years though. Better yet was finding out the farm was illegal halfway through the season. I wouldn't have gone had I known that, because my family was in Cambodia at the time, and an arrest is not what you need when you're trying to leave the country again soon.

I did enjoy the daily hash ball scraped from my hands

     Anyhow, I digress, but I needed brief breaks from the drunken insanity that was a hedonistic playground disguised as a permaculture ganja farm. My old friend, the farm owner/operator, had hooked up with a very young gypsy trimmer, and she was living on the farm trying to transition from trimmer to farmhand.

     To prove she could grow weed, she wanted to grow her own plants that season. My buddy and I found 7 or 8 of the smallest plants on the farm, and put them in pots for her right next to the house where they were living and cooking.

     The only real job was to water the plants, something I kept taking care of for her, as she forgot often. But since it defeated the purpose to work all day on a ganja farm, then come back downhill and water someone else's plants, I decided to let them go, as much as it pained me to watch ganja slowly die a little more everyday.

     After three days, my buddy mentioned to his girlfriend her plants didn't look too good. She promptly reminded him she was taking care of them. So far my buddy still didn't know I was the one watering the plants everyday.

     Well, by day 6 the plants really started to look like hell. Knowing that my buddy and his girlfriend fight like cats and dogs, and I didn't want to create a problem, I thought I would remedy the situation with some humor, the best natural medicine of all.

🚪 Enter The 1990s High-Times Selfie 🤳

     Something inside me told me to take a picture with the dying plants, but not just any picture. For some reason I decided to re-create a guerrilla 1990s High-Times style photo, complete with facemask and ego. The only difference was that this photo was going to be of some sad and dying plants.

     I thought if I sent the picture to her via SMS, she would get a chuckle and water the plants ASAP. However, that's not how it went down. I was up on top of the hill pruning when I heard my buddy return from a roadtrip and commence arguing with his girlfriend over the state of her plants.

remember those epic reader-submitted High-Times photos back in the 1990s?

     A week of awkward energy and silence followed, and I was only able to show them both the picture after a month had passed. It eventually got a laugh like I intended, but in retrospect, I wonder if it would've been easier to just approach her every morning and remind her to water her plants.

     Maybe I went about it wrong, but you be the judge. I still look at this photo occassionally and laugh. After working on that 300+ plant massive ganja farm for months and months, it's only one of 10 photos I took during my entire stay.


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Ha, what a giggle. Talk about bad timing. Yeah, you could have even watered them for her? Crazy right?

It was just a perfectly bad storm. Sometimes you can't carry the weight of another forever. These plants needed only water for a long time, but then they needed repotting and much more than I was willing to do for her grow experience.

that would have been a great adventure I am sure

And adventure it certainly was, and many reaffirmed life lessons too.

Oh, man... look at the state of those fellas. Looks like your friend doesn't know that plants need water to stay alive. Ahahahhah! Has she learned it, meanwhile?

Water is life, and those who don't respect this rule are doomed to failure. I don't think her ganja growing or plant growing journey continued any further. She is probably somewhere hula hooping as we speak.

Sounds like an interesting stay at the farm, i enjoyed reading a little about the Rastafarian view point on cannabis. Before reading the post i was going to say something about the plants looking like they could use some water lol :)

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When I posted this, I originally thought to myself, "I hope my fellow Hivesters understand this is a humor shot." Looking back on it, I never took any photos of me with the monster plants on top of the hill.

After working 14 hour days, the last thing I wanted to do was spend more time with the plants taking pictures. However, this was an escape from the manual labor pains. These plants eventually died, just as did the relationship between my friend and the gypsy trimmer.


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Thanks @mrraggaj for stopping in. I'm glad you took the time to read the post despite the pathetic plants. Sometimes there is a gem inside. Bless up!

Ha that is kinda funny - too bad you couldn't send them when intended and save the plants - they are looking pretty sad! I wonder how she couldn't have noticed them!

Well, I think how someone takes care of their plants and pets is a good sign of how they might take care of children. Sometimes you have to make a judgement call in life when you are picking up too much of someone else's slack. I had to cut the line.

I think this is mostly true - didn't seem like a very responsible person and when you have dependents it is very important to be responsible.

I think too when you feel that need to cut the line it is a good move or you may end up enabling them to continue on how they were, oblivious of what changes need to be made.

Crazy man, yeah I went and worked on a farm once. The amount of drama that happens between so called chill potheads is actually amazing.

Living with anyone who you arent super familiar with can also be irritating. I love not having roommates because of the peace and quiet haha!

I would have to say about those plants: all of them should have been transplanted a LONG time before they got to that point... also explains why they were drying out so fast- the leaf to soil ratio was way too high.

It is ironic that I enjoyed snapping photos with these little things more than I did with the big Christmas trees on top of the hill. I checked my camera roll, and I never even took one close-up photo of the beautiful plants. There were so many things wrong with this attempted grow.

  ·  27 days ago (edited)

You would think with such a sacred plant and money involved she would take care of it. Man , such a waste.

I guess you gotta know when to cut the cord with folks. There was potential in the beginning. Well, the road to hell is paved with good intentions as they say.


“The road to hell is paved with good intentions” that is a good saying.

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That is exactly what I did after harvest time, blasted myself the hell outta there.

Dude I have always felt the same way about what legalization means. Cannabis is a sacred plant, and now it has been turned into a profit machine! Just how you mentioned how the market estate has sold out Bob, cannabis has also been sold out. Yes I know there has always been profit motivated people within cannabis, but not as bad as today.

Once upon a time people would grow cannabis to support the community. Build clinics, homes, schools. Now it’s all about taxes, bottom lines, marketing, etc etc

Yes there are still plenty of good people growing for the love of ganja, and it is still sacred. But people need to think twice on what there voting for. Yes legalization is great, but at what cost?

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Nailed it! Sometimes I miss the days of illegality. You appreciate the holy herb when you have to drive two hours for it, wait in a car, take a guy somewhere else, wait for him to come back, etc. The time and effort it used to take to get weed, kids these days will never know.

But yes, it's sad it's all going to corporate. Capitalism can destroy almost anything touches I fear. Hopefully cooler more rational minds will prevail in 10 years, and we will look to Jamaica as a model for legalization instead of the hot mess we made in the USA.

A great example of how capitalism can ruin everything is wine. Now a days you have all this cheap wine, and every year it taste exactly the same, since they have a formula for it. Lots of people don't even know what good wine is. Just wait for the same to happen with cannabis.

Well in this case it was the plants suffering from neglect. The photo is hilarious. Guess he was under quite a bit of stress about helicopters and so forth and just a bit of something could be the tipping point... So at the end did the plants die or did they manage to revive them? That's the funny thing about plants... they need water ;) Gorilla High Times photos spoof... now that's some creative thinking. Yeah I've spent time in Humbolt in the early 90's so I catch your drift with the people hanging about there. So was that on the dry side of Oregon? Sounds like it was worth your time money-wise though...

Plants died along with the relationship. Glad to be out of there.

I hear that...