When i first moved into the house i'm in now, i had a roomate so i only had access to a closet to grow in. Like a month after moving in, i wake up one morning to find that my landlord put up a "for sale" sign in the front yard. Didn't pay much attention to it, then one night he calls me up and says he'll be over the next day, with a real estate agent and a couple who wanted to look at the place. So he comes over, and i have 4 ppl standing about 2 ft away from some seriously stinky OG Cough pants. Now that was a fucking experience! Of course i had full climate control in there, so there was an inline fan running, a 465cfm blower, my co2 tank cycling on and off, an oscillatiing fan, etc. That's when i knew i wasn't going to quit growing anytime soon. Haha. Fuck it.