I just read “we respond to complaints, not just plant counts, but those that are endangering communities and the way of life in those communities.”

I have to respond with “bullshit.” For six years running, I reported all the illegal activity around me, growing indoor, growing outdoor, living in tents, getting water from the creek, creek getting polluted, sewage on the ground, a spring being dammed up and every drop of water taken. All that when it was totally illegal.

Now it’s legal and if anyone wants to plant I have to pay $500 to complain. If they disagree, I will have to pay another $500. That’s five grows surrounding me, only $5,000 to say I’m not in favor of you clear cutting the entire neighborhood, stealing the water, polluting the creek, poaching all the wildlife your dog packs don’t kill.

I’ve heard ducks get murdered in the creek, listened to the resident fox howl it’s lungs out before being murdered. Found poisoned hawks. All to protect a grower’s chickens.

For two years I was told “just hang on, were going to raid them, tomorrow, next week, soon.”

Nothing has ever been done. I have given up on filing complaints. It’s as if my neighborhood is owned by the county and its supervisors’ pot grows.

I complained about the barking dogs to no avail. After listening to two fight to the death. I went back to complaining. I now call TCSO every day with old man Arnolds, barking dog report 10:55 to 11:15 p.m., 1:20 to 1:45 a.m., 6 to 7:30 a.m. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep in over two years. Deprivation of sleep is a form of torture and can cause mental breakdowns. In the event I do go nuts, at least you can say he complained for seven years before he lost it.

My latest neighbor, that wasn’t going to grow, now has the second largest grow allowed and fertilizes it with a mixture of water and chicken manure. Boy if that isn’t just lovely, when I open my windows at night to listen to the dogs better and cool off my house. I wish one would start raising pigs just to top it off.

I voted for marijuana, so friends wouldn’t get hassled trying to survive, not in my wildest nightmares did I imagine what my supervisors would allow to happen.

My way of life is kaput.

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