When I was a youngster I remember my parents having an absolutely odd friend named Daisy.
She would stop by our household a couple of times a week.
She only came later on in the evening, & she never stayed for more than a short time period. I remember Daisy because she was so nice & funny, & she had a very strange smell. An absolutely strange, skunky smell that surrounded her all of the time. I thought it was kind of pleasant! Fast forward ten years, & I am in a motorcar with some university friends when one of them sparks a joint of marijuana. Once I was able to take in the cannabis smoke, I flashed back to Daisy coming by the house. In an instance, I realized that Daisy had been a cannabis dealer, stopping by to make a delivery to my folks. That meant my parents had been getting stoned on marijuana for my entire life! My mind was blown. Instead of sneaking around or wondering about it, I made the decision to confront my mother & ask if she still buys marijuana from Daisy. My mother just laughed & said “you finally figured it out.” It turns out that Daisy had retired from the business after a legal cannabis dispensary opened in the area, however my parents shopped at the cannabis store once or twice a month, so of course I asked if she would pick up some for me. She laughed again, & said I had to get my own cannabis. That’s just fine, I don’t mind, because I found out where my parents hide their cannabis stash, so I’ll just take some.