adventures of a hobohemian

My sweet pup is gone
How could this have happened?

It’ll be cool someday to tell my kid that while I was pregnant with them I was at a rainbow gathering, lived in the back of a pickup truck, traveled across north America and lived on a medical marijuana farm in Humboldt county. The past three monthes have been nice.

I hate money but man I love this Job

I trimmed a pound today which is a lot! I’ve only been living here and working here for three days and I’ve made $400 cash. At this rate I will have a LOT of loot when the baby comes. Not to mention a few pounds of heady weed…

The meals are actually surprizingly good. They feed big meals like Alfredo ravioli or filet minion or whatever I don’t know. Haven’t had an apetite lately and when you have to shit in the woods you tend to not to want to eat that much… Plus trimmers have to cook the meals for everyone even all the farmers and do all the dishes so… Yeah idk

Living on a pot farm is pretty rad tho I must say, trash bags of Cannibis „ totally off the grid. Well we have to buy gasoline for our generators and buy groceries in town but all my work is under the table and I make at least a one or two hundred on slow days and when harvest rolls around I won’t make less than $2000 a week for each of us.

Trash bags of weed

First full day of work at the weed farm

So tired so dirty

Positive energy needed

Steve’s up at the medical marijuana farm today trying to get a job manicuring. If this works out, we’ll be here in Humboldt for harvest.
The trucks been having some problems so it’s be cool if everybody sent some positive energy his way because hell be driving about 3 hours today. And if the truck doesn’t start after he makes it to the farm well then they’d be stuck out there and that probably wouldn’t look to good to the people who own the farm… Send some good vibes his way on today journey

Meanwhile I’m in playing banjo and cleaning my buddies house spending this mothers day with a pitbull and weiner dog. I’m content with listenin to my mom talk on speakerphone for hours because it’s Sunday and i can get calls for free on Sunday’s and my mom has a million things to say I and I love listening now. Maybe when I was younger it would aggravate me when she wouldn’t stop talking, but now at 22 years old I find her never ending spiraling infinately connecting stories to be comforting endearing a lull and I never want her to stop untill there aren’t anymore stories to tell

My travels aren’t going to stop they’ll only get better