[Cannabis Chronicles]

Trouble In Marijuanaland

by Josh Chamberlain

This is a teaser excerpt from a larger work to be printed in REVIEWER MAGAZINE that describes the drama behind-the-scenes and hard work of the Northern California marijuana growing industry, where the scene is perfect and the living is clean. Or is it? Stay tuned for more, sportsfans. ~Editor

So Joe drives us from San Diego up to a property just outside of Redding. We got there around midnight, set up camp, and went to sleep. The next couple days blew. This was my first day waking up without opiates in almost a year. I won’t gross you out with too many details but let’s just say I had the flu times ten. This normally lasts anywhere from two weeks to two months depending on the severity of your habit but for some reason (I have theories) when you’re in the middle of nowhere, away from everything you know, you don’t get as sick and you recover faster. I think this is because without any chance of getting more opiates the mental part of withdrawal — which translates largely into the physical — ceases to be. I have experienced this several other times while in jail. Between other addicts I have talked to and my own experience, I have concluded that this is in fact a thing, although no one really seems to know why. Anyway, it takes about three to four days to get out of bed and start work.

The landscape is beautiful. The dirt is a rich blood orange color speckled with sparking quartz crystal, blood-red Manzanita contrasted by their forest green leaves, White Oak stood here and there adorned with minty green Usnea moss. A myriad of caterpillars wriggled and swung in the breeze from silk with a rainbow shimmer from the morning sun. Juxtaposed in the center of all this nature was the fence — a crude mesh of chicken wire and chain link with a barbed wire crown for keeping rodents, deer and human alike at bay so the beautiful green and purple ladies within could grow undisturbed.

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Below: Marijuanaville photos provided by the author.