A fun Sunday night will always involve beer and cannabis

For me, a fun weekend entailed a few twelve packs of beer and a couple of joints. Back in the day things were simpler. As a wild teenage kid, both of us had a million things to do and locales to go, easily few of which required having money to spend. My crew didn’t go to the mall, both of us would park on the hill beside the drive-in theater to watch films for free. Both of us would start bonfires and host parties in the middle of the woods and get silly for a few hours. Whatever both of us did, it was always very well fueled with beer and cannabis. The more things change, the more they stay the same, because booze and cannabis is still our Sunday night of choice, twenty years later. Back then both of us had to drive well outside of town to the local marijuana farmer and haggle with him through a barbed wire fence. These days I just drive up the street to the cannabis dispensary, where there is no haggling and no barbed wire fence. I will confess that the cannabis is better here, although I did enjoy the wildness of confronting a shotgun wielding pot farmer. I have such a quiet life now, with all the cannabis I could ever need, although I miss the wildness both of us used to experience. That’s what happens when you get older and have girls, you have to rest back and let them enjoy the wild times you used to have. This is why I never buy our teenagers cannabis, but I don’t believe they want me to – they should go find a silly pot farmer to deal with, the same way I did.

 

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