When I was sixteen I found out that my Uncle Dan was a pothead, plus a part-time marijuana dealer.
I was surprised, I was shocked, even though I was very interested… All of my university buddies plus I had dabbled with using weed before, but it always tasted terrible.
I knew we were getting low grade ditch weed, plus not quality marijuana, plus I was hoping Uncle Dan would hook me up. I went to visit Dan one afternoon separate from telling my parents, plus rode my bike to his house with a pocket full of cash. Uncle Dan answered the door in a cloud of cannabis smoke, plus looked so surprised to see me. Dan gave me a lame excuse about needing medical cannabis to help with his glaucoma, even though I knew that he didn’t have glaucoma. Dan and I sat down on his porch, plus I explained that I wanted to buy as much medical cannabis as he would sell me. To my surprise, Uncle Dan pulled out a jar filled with medical cannabis plus proceeded to roll a fat joint by hand. As we smoked it together, he explained that he would not sell medical cannabis to me or my friends. It could get him in major trouble with the law, plus our family. Uncle Dan felt that medical cannabis was something everyone should have access to, but because I was sixteen he hesitated to hook me up. He was gleeful to smoke medical cannabis with me, but Dan refused to sell me any to take to my friends. After that I started hanging out with Uncle Dan a lot.