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This is a female plant, the new branches as you can see are together and evenly spaced on the main stalk, The male plant branches will be staggered. Get rid of it as soon as you understand whats going on..

By getting rid of male plant the female plant will go into bud when the days gets shorter in the fall or the time of light is shorten, which can be done by blocking some of the light off to make the same effect.If the plant is indoors then you have been controlling the light all along.

It was a nice morning, real cold outside, the chickens were just coming out of the pen when I let my German Shephards Tom and King out of the house. They wanted to go for a walk, but not today I told them. I got up early today to fly to Mia. Fla. and the plane left at 7:45 am. I was watching my time and counting money which I didn't get to last night, there was thirty thousand-five hundred there.I put three thousand in the hiding spot, there was a couple of hundred already in there. The TV just said 28 degrees outside my house and 25 degrees in the the city of Philadelphia thirteen miles east of me. I think the day was early in March 1977, and there were always things to do to get out of the house and down the road. Once out, it was always a beautiful ride to the airport. Driving down into the bottom of the valley there is a small road that takes a s-turn around the creek and then raises to enter into another valley called Rose Valley which I think is one of the most beautiful old time places there is, nicer then the mainline by far. I pushed down on the gas petal and the big 1969 Caddy Fleetwood Brougham responded, I though how nice it was to be alive and healty. It did not take long to the airport but I had to pick up a mule, a man to carry a suitcase for me.He was about forty years old and in his youth he got burnt badly, it hit his face and parts of his body. He was a guy, who wanted things his way. I had told him if you got a better way let me know the way but if it's not a better way I don't want to hear it. But you know most stubborn people won't hear you anyway, they just keep at it. I knew a guy, another strange dude who was into smoking dust and selling it. I hated PCP, but it's in some towns more then others.To me it's a drug that makes you more stupid and I mean stupid, the people that smoke it all the time called Dust Heads get use to it till a different batch of it comes along and then you can't even talk to them.

Anyway this guy I knew had brought this man out to my house and introduced me to him. The man was broke and I asked him what he would work for, he said twenty-five a day. His trade was roofing and siding which is a rough trade. I don't know why he wasn't working except he was hard to get along with. I put him to work cutting and splitting fire wood in my back yard and I had him do some little things for me. I got friendly with him and had him watch my house for me a few times while I was away doing business. I always try to be nice to people, treat them with respect, but one time he got on my nerves in my house thinking he was tough or whatever he was thinking and put his hands up. I showed him what man handling is about, I pushed him so hard his back hit the wall which I was aiming at and he didn't bounce off, I grabbed him and threw him into the other wall, after that I though he would leave but he didn't, he got over it, Today I will give him three hundred cash when we get back from Fla., and I will pay for everything else. He seemed happy getting into the car to be getting out of the town he lived in, even for a day or so, and probably thinking about having three hundred in his pocket when he got back. He started talking about his old times stories. I said no way, hay man I said quietly I got a lot on my mind also and I got no time for whats on yours. I pulled a big fat joint out and told him to light it, he did like smoking pot, and after he gave it back a few times I was on the money. The Airport in Philly is nice if you know were to go.I would drive right up to the roof and park, that way I could remember where I parked. As we walked through the exray I had fifteen thousand in the small bag I was carrying on the plane with me. I would have a change of clothes with me in the bag and I would put the money in my socks those days. I had put the other fifteen in his bag in socks also, at that time you just walked up and went thru the exray and they looked in your bag. I told the mule to go first and when they looked at him, I could tell from the vibes and their looks they wanted to move on to the next guy, and I was the next guy and in a hurry. I wanted to walk through fast and if they wanted to talk with me they would have to catch up with me, anyway it went fine.I looked around at the other passengers while I waited to board, they were always interesting to me to look at.The big plane took off and we were on our way to Fla. I was going to meet my friend with the herb after I got to the beach and checked in to a hotel. I normally went right to his house, but because of the mule I went to the beach. I don't know if you ever been to Mia. Beach but it is the International Play Ground of the World. South Beach to me was seventeen streets at Ocean Drive, at the end and Governors Cut where the Cruise Ships depart almost daily, there was a dog track, it was right at the south end of Ocean Drive which was fun to go to. I also liked it back in through Washington Street a block or so back from the beach it is all called Art Deco, like old time, it's been fixed up a lot now, anyway the hotel was nice. The Jefferson at 17th and the beach, the best ocean front was twenty-five a day and it was great.I called my friend who I was going to cop from and we would talk tonight. I went out on to the beach it was nice, the mule came along. The sun always feels healthy to me yet they say you should not be out with out sun protection, anyway I tried to enjoy the time in the afternoon. At seven pm I went to the place to get the joint, it was around thirty eighth street, you had to cross over the end of Indian Creek at forty-first street and make the first left, it was a beautiful neighborhood, expensive houses and behind one nice house there was an apartment over a garage were the guy lived and did business. When I seen the herb it wasn't that nice. Columbian weed at that time was not Sensimilan which means seedless and how they produce Sensimilan is this way. You germinate the seed, plant it and it doesn't have to get very big maybe ten inches high to be able to tell the male plant from the female which will grow with two branches evenly out of the main stalk. The plant in the picture on this page is a female. The male plant stems will be saggered all the time. You get rid of the male and only let the female grow. There are different factors which determine how high it will get, but when the days start getting shorter the female plant wants to be pollinated which is what the male does and since you got rid of it already the female goes to bud which is what we want. The female plant is morphemic and will shoot a male branch out of itself, so you have to always watch. In Mexico and Jamaica were they grow big fields commercially, they miss some of these branches which causes seed in your pot. Columbian pot was not Sensimilan, so buying it in bulk; seeds were a factor you had to watch for, also how old it was. It should smell sweet and be colorful to look at. There was a Columbian Gold pot which was real sweet smelling but it could only be got a few times. The pot my friend was showing me was kind of drab looking and not to sweet smelling. This is not really what I want I said to my friend, but I will still do it, at this point my friend happily starts figuring the numbers. Sixty-three times $375.=$23575, just give me $23500, he said. I separated the joint into trash bags and got thrity pounds in one tourist suitcase and the rest in the other, I washed the outside of them both with a strong herbal soap and dried them off.As I drove the rental car back to the beach I was already thinking maybe I should have waited one more day, and maybe I could have gotten something nicer. I have second thoughts a lot, but most of the time it's to late, I already made the deal. I parked the car locked it and took the mule to dinner. The next moring the plane left at 6:45am. There use to be a big drive in theater, across from the Fort Lauderdale airport were we were flying out of. I pulled in there and looked at the suitcases once more and I notice that one was showing ware, I told the mule to take the good one. We returned the rental car and we both paid for the plane tickets separately and we checked the suitcases. The ticket lady looked a little old for the job and when she grabbed my bag to move it to the belt to take it to the plane she almost fell over, she gave me a bad look. It was a nice flight home, the big plane landed hard I thought as I was heading for the baggage pick up. The plane was a 747 which is really big and not only did it bounce, it shudder badly. I seen my bag coming around on the belt and as soon as I picked it up, there were two men out of no were, they showed me some kind of badge, and one said we believe your bag contains marijuana or hashish and we want you to open it. I said there is no marijuana or hashish in my bag and I am going through that door. They said the drug dog indicated there was something in my bag and I got to go with them. I could see they weren't fooling around. They took me to a jail cell in the airport which was new to me, and put me in a cell. They hadn't searched me yet, and I still had some phone numbers on me and some names that I didn't want them to get. So I was watching them and as soon as they turned their head I started tearing up the paper work. I was trying to put it down a drain in the cell because there was no toilet in the cell. All of a sudden they seen me and came in fast but they were to late it was gone. Then they angrily searched me, They were mad, but they didn't hurt me. I was held there about an hour and a half before the Phila. Police came and took me to the Round House which is their main place. One thing about Philly Cops is they deal with some bad criminals and they have to put their lives on the line daily so marijuana dealers aren't the bad guys to them. A percentage of Cops smoke it themselves. The same as there is a percentage of all walks of life that like herb. Anyway the Cops put me in another cell in the Round House.