When I was about 23, I started trimming pot for these redneck hippie in the woods. They were probably nice guys who got caught up in the game and turned into crack smoking freaks. They lived in a shack in the middle of nowhere. The shack had no power or running water. It was literally a bunk house: a house that stood to make it look as if nice normal people lived on the land, not 100’s of pounds of ganja and cracked out killers. The place was dusty with dried trim and gave me allergies. I remember when i was trimming hitting my elbow on a rifle, then noticed some grenades on the table as well. I remember thinking that my mother would die if she knew I was here. The thing is that I didn’t want to go down with these dudes in their own hell. If the fed’s rolled in, we would have all gone down together and my only defence would be them telling the police that i was not involved. Like crack smoking gun freaks help little sweet girls out! Was i kidding myself! I must have been stoned!
I went to their property purely to make money trimming their weed. I was super fast at trimming, and i knew these guys had a really good harvest. I recall spending one week with them the fall of 2002. I figured I could make $2,000 and pay off my credit card, so fuck it, totally worth it, right?
These guys were crazy nuts. There was a head of the group, who funded the operation and therefore was in charge. the other guys were obviously workers. They seemed pretty uneducated and they didn’t give a fuck about anything, hence the heroin and speed addiction. They even admitted to having buried someone in the backyard. At first I went down with two other girlfriends of mine, so i felt kinda safe going to some random’s pot farm. When the girls started smoking speed and shooting guns, I admit I started to get a bit bugged out. I am not into drugs, so I just kept on the scissors and trimmed more and more. I figured the only reason i should be in this situation was to make money, so why stop for anything other than a bathroom break and sleep. So the girls got out of control for a few days then left. I stayed out by my self with these dudes for the remainder of the week. I kinda befriended one that looked the most sane. i figured it would save me from having to get harassed by the others and their boss.
their boss was a total freak. he was living a double life. i would work with him on the farm, have him try to touch me and watch him get all fucked up. then we would go back to town and he would chastise his youngest daughter for wearing too short of shorts. Back then he had a wife as well. A ‘normal’ family despite he was a major pot grower. Later on that year he ended up leaving his wife for a 23 year old, who was not so shy to hide the fact that he made her totally rich. i still see them around, all over the world, where my people roam.
Late in the week, I had to meet a friend from high school and his new wife down the hill closer to the highway at the forest. on my way down my brakes went out and i almost crashed on the curvy road into a tree. I tried to hitch hike out, but everyone is so wearing during harvest that no one would pick up a stranger on a back road like this. Luckily, a local woman picked me up. she warned me about hitchhiking during harvest, but i already knew the rules. there was no other choice. so she dropped me off near the forest and i rolled up to see my high school buddy. I was smelly, dirty and gross from being in the woods for so long without any shower or even toilet. i felt bad to meet his wife under such conditions. I explained to them about where i was and what i was doing. they were amazed especially because they were born again Christians. i think they were a bit curious as well. it is such a sight to see 100’s of pounds of ganja just thrown around a room. after a quick hike, i had them take me as far as they could into the woods where i had been working. they dropped me off and i fled into the trees and back to the shack with the freaks. I came back, worked a few more days to complete my week. at the end of the week, the freaks weighted up all my bags that i had trimmed. i was paid $200 per pound i trimmed. i was able to trim $2,000 worth and was able to pay off my credit card. For a 23 yr old living in the woods, working for one week and making $2,000 smoking pot and trimming weed, seemed amazing. I continued working with these freaks for a few more years till i couldn’t anymore. though i put my self in these situations, i am a smart girl and knew that working with these men meant trouble. i stopped working for them, but made friends with other neighbors and started working for them in the years to follow.
