How NOT to grow weed (An anecdote)

And the Story continues: (part5) (start reading at the germination) So I went out at night with my flashlight in order to get some pots from the graveyard but couldnt find much and went to go to the old glashouse with half its windows broken. When i arrived at the nursery I looked around with my flashlight and found some pots but they were made of stone (clay idk) and heavy as fuck and many were broken. The shit was just too heavy. So I tested if I could open the doors and go inside - that damn door made hell of a noise but I couldnt open it. In a quite village at midnight the sound was just out of the world.. At that moment two people came along the street who deliver magazines. So I instinctively hid behind some bushes and waited for them to pass by. After they were gone I inspected another glashouse and managed to slip in through an old already broken window. And there I found pot paradise! Jackpot! 😃 ... (continue reading next week)