The first few weeks I lived here, I loved it, then I started getting bored, and all the isolation and quiet of rural living is great, and I don’t want to go back to neighborhood life, but it can get a bit tedious at times… Being a writer, I do need some degree of balance between having solitude and going through life experiences… If I stay cooped up inside, by myself, all day every day, then sooner or later I will not be able to write about anything other than being a hermit! Well, on 1 of our quarterly walks I encountered a heavy cloud of marijuaja smoke near the edge of our property.
I followed it to the source, and found a couple of local ladies smoking some cannabis out of a corncob pipe.
Acting on instinct, the ladies hid the pipe, but the thing about marijuana is that its odors are so strong you can’t ever particularly hide it, can you? Before they could panic, I assured them they weren’t in trouble, and in fact I would ask them where I could buy some marijuana for myself… Similarly to the teens, I was bored, and just akin to the teens I wanted to indulge in some “green escapism” by getting our hands on some cannabis. All of us took a little walk in the woods, and they showed myself and others a small patch of marijuana plants that had been growing, and they provided to give myself and others some, although I decided to give them a little money anyway, so they could re-invest it into their marijuana crops.