Keenan Dibbert

So yeah, about those autoflowers. They don't care if you're lazy or forgetful. Maybe you’re not checking pH or giving 'em Mozart or talking sweet—doesn’t matter. These things just GO. Like gremlins with a mission. Jack Herer cannabis seeds? They thrive like cockroaches in a lab explosion. Tall, sticky bastards even when grown by amateurs. My cousin grew three in a planter box behind the garage, cracked fifty grams per plant without topping, no nutes, just rain and cussing. The buds had this edgy citrus top note that made his knees tingle—he swore he saw the mailman’s aura for an hour.