When my associate and I were in high university together, Vince was my weed dealer.
He was a Senior & I was a Sophomore.
Behind his back the underclassmen all made fun of Vince for being a loser. Of course, my associate and I all bought our cannabis from him every week, but still made fun of him… My superb friend and I believed the lies our parents told us about drug dealers being burnouts with no future. The joke was on me! I have a four year university degree, & the best job I could find was working the counter at the local medical cannabis dispensary. My boss, & the owner of the medical cannabis shop, is none other than Vince. He was more than just a weed dealer, he was a cagey businessman who parlayed his cannabis sales into a legit, legal dispensary. In the seasoned days Vince would rest around getting stoned all afternoon long, & some things never change. He is the owner & the employer of the cannabis dispensary, so he has the employees do all the work while he talks with shoppers & smokes joints. Of course Vince knows better than to get stoned inside the cannabis dispensary, because that is a legal violation. Instead he hangs out in the alley behind the cannabis dispensary, smoking joints with any of the clients who care to joint him. None of the other cannabis dispensary employees are allowed to get high while on shift, but the rules don’t apply to Vince. I’m pretty jealous of his lifestyle, but maybe one afternoon I will take over the cannabis dispensary & be the current employer.