So, my back door has a window in it and when I’m sitting in my spot (think Sheldon, big bang theory) on the couch I can see it through my kitchen. Anyway, I’m sitting there earlier, when I see some dude back there trying to look over my back fence. First of all, you’ve got single woman who lives alone and secondly you’ve got a paranoid grower with thousands of dollars of bud growing in her back yard, this is not going to go well. I’m up and flinging the back door open like a bullet, and of course there are no pleasantries… I’m like Who, What, How, Where… The FUCK?!.. The dude showed me his phone which was clearly my address on the text, said he has some football thing and he feels like he’s been here before. I told him that clearly he got the wrong address. Asked him who he was looking for. He instantly gave me a first and last name, so I don’t think he made it up. My address is a “Place” and there is the exact same “Street” a block over, so it does get mixed up. Anyway, I got rid of him and started feeling even more paranoid, then it hit me that he said he thought he had been here before. So, now I’m even more freaked out. Then suddenly I recall him doing the same thing either last year or the year before.
Good grief. Now my paranoia goes even further. What is he’s staking me out? What if he’s the fuzz? and on and on and on my head goes. I’m sure it was just a crazy coincidence, but I’ve had complete anxiety since.
Outdoor growers, just cuz we are paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get us.
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in the garden is never boring.
