Nothing makes people feel more comfortable than driving by their house really slowly, and taking pictures out the window of your car. Sometimes the perma-stoned college dropout lawn-care guy will glance up at you in an apprehensive manner. Of course this part is up to you, but my favorite response to this is to flip open my wallet nonchalently, as if I was one of the Men In Black, and my college ID was an FBI badge, all the while driving slowly by and staring at him over the top of my sunglasses. Somewhere in the THC soaked depth of his brain, the lawn-care guy is thinking shit, it’s the feds, I hope they don’t know about the pot garden I’ve hidden behind the rosebushes. Of course it helps to be wearing a black suit and driving a nondescript black late model sedan of domestic origin, but if you’re the kind of person who slowly drives by houses taking pictures, you already know this.
p.s. In retrospect this whole occurrence was so much creepier than I intended it to be. p.p.s. whatever