The Case of the Overdosing Indica: Act I - Week 1, Tight Quarters and Cold Shoulder
The dame's already hit a snag.
Seems I underestimated the, shall we say, enthusiasm of my current tenants. Ran out of pots for Auto Overdose, had to stick her in the smallest one I had. Managed a measly 5.5cm, not exactly setting any world records. But hey, gotta play the hand you're dealt, especially in this cramped joint.
The weather outside's gone sour too, colder than a snitch's handshake. Can't exactly risk putting her out on the street in this climate. Stuck her in the grow box with the other dames. Feels wrong, cramming her like that, like a dame in a cheap speakeasy. But there ain't exactly a lot of wiggle room in here.
Still, she's a tough broad. Pushing through despite the squeeze. Shows some promise, that much is clear. Here's hoping she keeps her green up. This week could make or break her, and this whole investigation with it. Stay tuned, folks, the plot's thickening faster than smoke in a backroom poker game.