Neighbor thinks pot growers are in the area

[MossRoad]

Yep. We live right near the MI boarder. MJ is illegal in Indiana, but legal in MI. We are seeing virtually 100% of the illegal MJ confiscated by police being laced with Fentanyl mostly, but other drugs as well. It is putting pressure on our EMS services because folks are overdosing on opioids when they think they are smoking a bit of weed. I am friends with several paramedics who all caution if you are going to use MJ just go up to MI and buy it from a legal shop. Yes you are illegal again when you cross the boarder back to IN, but you know you have stuff that is not laced with an opioid or other adulterant.

On that note, back around 1980, a friend and I smoked a joint that his friend had given him. About half an hour later, I realized it had been laced with something else. I was standing with my arm propped up on a shelf. I felt my head tipping down so I corrected it by tipping it back. But it went back too far so I corrected it by tipping it forward. But it went even farther forward than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before.....

my whole body got into it and I felt like I was made of rubber. STOP!!! OK it's done. Whew!... That's a relief, so I relaxed, but my head tipped forward and I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back too far, so I corrected it by.....

This went on for quite a while. So I decided to leave. As I was walking, the world went into a strobe effect. I was here, then I was here, then I was here, then I was here... no smoothness of motion between the places, it was all strobe effect.

My friend had some similar bizarre issues, so we went home. A few hours later, my phone rang. It was my friend. He asked me to come over because he was still having issues. So I walk over (I'm back to normal now) and he's standing in his kitchen, with a frying pan full of meat ashes. He said he was hungry and wanted a bacon sandwich, but as the bacon began to sizzle, it got up and ran around the pan. He couldn't catch it with his fork. He said he had to chase the telephone down the hall and tackle it and then the buttons kept moving around so it took him a long time to get my number. He begged me for a bacon sandwich.

So I fixed him up with a BLT and got him to bed.

The next day, he went to work, found his "friend", told him what happened and the friend told him he knew it was laced with PCP, and thought it would be funny.

So there you go. You never know what you'll get off of the street. Of course, you could NOT SMOKE DOPE TO BEGIN WITH, but that would be a silly choice. If you're gonna do it, I think the legal source is the best bet, as they're held accountable to provide pure product.

 

[PILOON]

We are fairly rural with lots of unused land around. A forester friend found a dozen plantations when he started harvesting his timber.
Back then it was common to observe the supplier car making nightly deliveries to the caretakers.
On that abandoned farm the previous owner had a vast assortment of apple trees that we'd harvest each fall but we had to quit as we'd often be greeted with a shotgun toting harvester.
LEO raids were frequent as were chopper flybys.
That era seems to have moved to indoor growing but many homes were destroyed from the humidity growing created.
But as legalization has come about the illicit trade is rebounding simply due to the wide price advantage.
During Covid restrictions there were long lineups at the gov't pot shops, hey the users had gov't funds to buy weed.
LOL, my city has passed a no pot law in all public spaces but the farce is we don't have a local police force to enforce it and the LEO's we do have are only interested in major crime and traffic violations.
Shucks pot growing has become quite a science with some universities now offering a PHD degree in 'potology'.
We've lost some large hydroponic food sources as growing pot was more profitable than veggies even with all the security requirements and quality controls..

 

[ROUSTABOUT]

Pot growers and pot smokers are everywhere you look. Plus pill heads.

 

[ovrszd]

It amazes me that it's still illegal. Leagalize it and watch them disappear.

And tax it. Just like Alcohol.

 

[crashz]

They legalized it in MA. Now, nearly all new development in depressed areas are pot farms/dispensaries and wherever you go, that's all you smell. I've never been a fan of that smell. Smells like a skunks butt.

Smith & Wesson shut down their public and private shooting range in Springfield, MA (massive suicide issues) and sold it. The city put on a celebration for the new owners, who as you may have guessed sell pot.

 

[lman]

On that note, back around 1980, a friend and I smoked a joint that his friend had given him. About half an hour later, I realized it had been laced with something else. I was standing with my arm propped up on a shelf. I felt my head tipping down so I corrected it by tipping it back. But it went back too far so I corrected it by tipping it forward. But it went even farther forward than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before.....

my whole body got into it and I felt like I was made of rubber. STOP!!! OK it's done. Whew!... That's a relief, so I relaxed, but my head tipped forward and I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back too far, so I corrected it by.....

This went on for quite a while. So I decided to leave. As I was walking, the world went into a strobe effect. I was here, then I was here, then I was here, then I was here... no smoothness of motion between the places, it was all strobe effect.

My friend had some similar bizarre issues, so we went home. A few hours later, my phone rang. It was my friend. He asked me to come over because he was still having issues. So I walk over (I'm back to normal now) and he's standing in his kitchen, with a frying pan full of meat ashes. He said he was hungry and wanted a bacon sandwich, but as the bacon began to sizzle, it got up and ran around the pan. He couldn't catch it with his fork. He said he had to chase the telephone down the hall and tackle it and then the buttons kept moving around so it took him a long time to get my number. He begged me for a bacon sandwich.

So I fixed him up with a BLT and got him to bed.

The next day, he went to work, found his "friend", told him what happened and the friend told him he knew it was laced with PCP, and thought it would be funny.

So there you go. You never know what you'll get off of the street. Of course, you could NOT SMOKE DOPE TO BEGIN WITH, but that would be a silly choice. If you're gonna do it, I think the legal source is the best bet, as they're held accountable to provide pure product.

Your post brought me back to this PSA that everybody had to see at least once.
Thankfully I listened to my Dad when I was a kid.

 

[JethroB]

On that note, back around 1980, a friend and I smoked a joint that his friend had given him. About half an hour later, I realized it had been laced with something else. I was standing with my arm propped up on a shelf. I felt my head tipping down so I corrected it by tipping it back. But it went back too far so I corrected it by tipping it forward. But it went even farther forward than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back even farther than before, so I corrected it by tipping it forward, but it went even farther than before.....

my whole body got into it and I felt like I was made of rubber. STOP!!! OK it's done. Whew!... That's a relief, so I relaxed, but my head tipped forward and I corrected it by tipping it back, but it went back too far, so I corrected it by.....

This went on for quite a while. So I decided to leave. As I was walking, the world went into a strobe effect. I was here, then I was here, then I was here, then I was here... no smoothness of motion between the places, it was all strobe effect.

My friend had some similar bizarre issues, so we went home. A few hours later, my phone rang. It was my friend. He asked me to come over because he was still having issues. So I walk over (I'm back to normal now) and he's standing in his kitchen, with a frying pan full of meat ashes. He said he was hungry and wanted a bacon sandwich, but as the bacon began to sizzle, it got up and ran around the pan. He couldn't catch it with his fork. He said he had to chase the telephone down the hall and tackle it and then the buttons kept moving around so it took him a long time to get my number. He begged me for a bacon sandwich.

So I fixed him up with a BLT and got him to bed.

The next day, he went to work, found his "friend", told him what happened and the friend told him he knew it was laced with PCP, and thought it would be funny.

So there you go. You never know what you'll get off of the street. Of course, you could NOT SMOKE DOPE TO BEGIN WITH, but that would be a silly choice. If you're gonna do it, I think the legal source is the best bet, as they're held accountable to provide pure product.

i am getting a whole new picture of Moss, a pothead in his youth and now running a prostitution ring on the local lake ice. What nefarious deeds has he participated in in between? Enquiring minds want to know.

 

[MossRoad]

Your post brought me back to this PSA that everybody had to see at least once.
Thankfully I listened to my Dad when I was a kid.

I prefer my brains over easy on buttered toast.

 

[MossRoad]

i am getting a whole new picture of Moss, a pothead in his youth and now running a prostitution ring on the local lake ice. What nefarious deeds has he participated in in between? Enquiring minds want to know.

Mischievous mischief....

 

[ovrszd]

Mischievous mischief....

People that have none of that in their past bore me.....