When I was younger, I remember my parents having a genuinely unusual friend named Dave.
The man would stop by our dwelling a couple of times a week.
He only came later on at night, plus he never stayed for too long to be honest. I remember Dave because he was so nice plus hilarious, plus he had a very interesting odor. A genuinely strange, skunky odor that surrounded him wherever he went. I thought it was a lovely smell to be honest! Fast forward ten years, plus I am in a car with some college friends when one of them flames a joint of marijuana. Once I was able to smell the cannabis smoke, I flashed back to Dave coming by the dwelling. At that moment, I realized that Dave had been a cannabis dealer, stopping by to make a delivery to my people. That meant my parents had been getting stoned on marijuana for the longest time! My mind was blown. Instead of sneaking around or wondering about it, I made the move to confront my father plus ask if he still buys marijuana from Dave. My father basically just laughed plus said “you finally figured it out.” It turns out that Dave had retired from the business after a legal cannabis dispensary opened in town… My parents shopped at the cannabis shop once or twice a month, so of course I asked if he would get me something. He laughed again, plus said I had to get my own cannabis. That’s perfectly alright, I don’t mind, because I found out where my parents keep their cannabis stash hidden, so I’ll just take some from there.