My older brother has always been a huge influence on me.
Whether he wanted to or not, I always wanted to hang out with him and his friends when I was growing up.
He is 4 years older than me, and had several friends who lived within the vicinity of at least one or two adjacent streets. His friends tried to push me away, but I give my other credit for trying to include me more often than I know he wanted to himself. Fortunately for me, his friends and him were in a band and they were fine with me sitting in during their band practices. As long as I sat in the corner of the room and kept my mouth shut, they were totally fine with me sitting and observing. It was during one of these band practices that my brother’s friend pulled out a joint of cannabis for the first time in front of me. Going on I wanted you to try the marijuana, I knew that it wasn’t a good idea for me to be smoking it at the age of 12. So, I held off on trying cannabis for a number of years. However, it was one trip to a stay out west when my brother finally got me to try medical weed for the first time. She had a bag of granddaddy purple cannabis flower buds and he loaded it into a small wooden pipe. I will never forget that experience, as it was the first time I ever got high on cannabis. It felt amazing, as if I was floating in the sky.