Blockhead,
Here's a story you might enjoy...
A friend (accquaintance) of mine, major pot fiend with delusions of becoming a professional skateboarder, had decided to economise by growing his own veg... if you get my drift. I had just finished my degree and against my better judgement agreed to help him with this.
I designed an enclosed cabinet thingy that would grow a dozen plants to full size... he built it... I rebuilt it after he'd fucked it up.
Guess where the genius decides to hide it... in a public park near his house.
Long story short, I end up connecting the power supply to a fuckin streetlamp at 4 am. The rig was siphoning water from a water feature and chugging down gigawatts of electricity at state expense for the next two months. It wasn't found because he had actually followed the design and buried it.
Harvest time... he just flicks the switch to turn the water and lamps off, leaves the fan running and waits for the plants to dry. When he comes back to collect the ill-gotten gains... that's when a beat cop (they're called Gardai here in Ireland) who just so happens to be passing through the very public park on a summer afternoon, notices a guy standing knee deep in water among the reeds at the bank of the decorative waterfall busily pulling matted clumps of long-stemmed plants from the ground.
When questioned, the stoner, wearing a torn iron maiden tshirt and bermuda shorts, simply replies very matter of factly: "I'm the gardener". The cop continued on his way... and that stoner is now growing fields of the stuff in the Dublin mountains.
The Luke
