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What’s the story.

In 2015 I moved my family from NYC to Massachusetts for a job that turned out to be a disaster. 

Trump got elected, my job grew worse by the day, and we discovered Massachusetts wasn’t for us.

Legislation passed in the state. I didn’t have any friends and I needed a new hobby.

I told my wife I wanted to build out the basement into a fully automated, hydroponic paradise. 

“I think you should,” she said. And just like that, at the age 40, I had discovered my vocation.

I was introduced to kind bud in upstate New York in 1993. I had a couple of delivery services in the city in the early 2000’s, when plastic jewel boxes came with names. From there the names got crazier, and a lot stronger.

I had a lot to learn. Tents were too limiting and I love building shit. Which was great, I needed a distraction from the job I had. I spent countless hours researching room construction, HVAC systems, irrigation, controllers, lights, scrubbers, Co2.

I paid an electrician $500 to put in a 100 watt subpanel next to my main. I started framing rooms the following day. I haven’t stopped since.

What’s the story.

In 2015 I moved my family from NYC to Massachusetts for a job that turned out to be a disaster. 

Trump got elected, my job grew worse by the day, and we discovered Massachusetts wasn’t for us.

Legislation passed in the state. I didn’t have any friends and I needed a new hobby.

I told my wife I wanted to build out the basement into a fully automated, hydroponic paradise. 

“I think you should,” she said. And just like that, at the age 40, I had discovered my vocation.

I was introduced to kind bud in upstate New York in 1993. I had a couple of delivery services in the city in the early 2000’s, when plastic jewel boxes came with names. From there the names got crazier, and a lot stronger.

I had a lot to learn. Tents were too limiting and I love building shit. Which was great, I needed a distraction from the job I had. I spent countless hours researching room construction, HVAC systems, irrigation, controllers, lights, scrubbers, Co2.

I paid an electrician $500 to put in a 100 watt subpanel next to my main. I started framing rooms the following day. I haven’t stopped since.

What’s the story.

In 2015 I moved my family from NYC to Massachusetts for a job that turned out to be a disaster. 

Trump got elected, my job grew worse by the day, and we discovered Massachusetts wasn’t for us.

Legislation passed in the state. I didn’t have any friends and I needed a new hobby.

I told my wife I wanted to build out the basement into a fully automated, hydroponic paradise. 

“I think you should,” she said. And just like that, at the age 40, I had discovered my vocation.

I was introduced to kind bud in upstate New York in 1993. I had a couple of delivery services in the city in the early 2000’s, when plastic jewel boxes came with names. From there the names got crazier, and a lot stronger.

I had a lot to learn. Tents were too limiting and I love building shit. Which was great, I needed a distraction from the job I had. I spent countless hours researching room construction, HVAC systems, irrigation, controllers, lights, scrubbers, Co2.

I paid an electrician $500 to put in a 100 watt subpanel next to my main. I started framing rooms the following day. I haven’t stopped since.

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