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As a kid my folks made me go to the local pentecostal church.They weren’t snake handlers, but they were pretty close to that.

• The church was a home for hellfire and brimstone, where the preacher condemned the wicked and also condemned those who didn’t tithe enough.

I hated every second of it, and as soon as I was of legal age I quit going for good. My parents seemed to get more fervent the older they got, as if all sense of reason was abandoning them. The issue came to a head over the subject of cannabis, which my parents said was sinful and immoral. I asked them to simply explain why cannabis was sinful, and they didn’t have an answer. I asked them why cannabis was here on this planet in the first place, and they didn’t want to say the answer. So I answered for them – marijuana is a plant, and God put plants here for humans to enjoy. Finally I asked them to show me the passage in the Bible that said cannabis was immoral, and they couldn’t do that either. Although marijuana has been grown, and enjoyed, for centuries, it is not mentioned in the Bible at all. I told my folks that if the Garden of Eden truly existed, then it was full of marijuana plants! My parents got angry with me, but couldn’t refute anything I said. I doubt that they will ever try marijuana themselves, however I hope I was able to show them the light of reason, and that cannabis was an enjoyable thing.

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I don’t like the government, and I sure as heck don’t trust the government.

A few months ago the state started offering legalized medical cannabis permits.

They were expensive, required a medical professional’s approval, and a ton of paperwork. Many of my friends paid the cost and got their medical cards, but not me. My pal Zed slings ounces of chronic, and I don’t have to fill out any paperwork with him. As I said, I don’t trust the government, so I had no faith that their new program was going to be fair. It might be a big scam to sting cannabis users, for all I knew. After a few months, I finally tried some of the cannabis from the dispensary, and it tasted great! It was truly better than the marijuana I buy from Zed, although please don’t tell him I said that. I am still not legally allowed inside the cannabis dispensary because I don’t have the right paperwork. However, if the afternoon ever comes that recreational cannabis is legalized in this state, then my buddy and I might just start shopping at the dispensary. I have a few friends that are regulars at the cannabis dispensary, and so far they haven’t had any problems. Even Zed has been known to swing by the cannabis dispensary once in a while, just to see what the latest and greatest products are. Maybe I was wrong about the government approved cannabis dispensaries, perhaps they are on the level. It’s a moot point right now, since I don’t have a cannabis Rx card, but maybe one afternoon.
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When does cannabis stop being a fun habit and start becoming a long-term investment? For me it was an easy question of math.

My friends make fun of me all the time for being a math and science nerd, but the joke is on them! A firm grasp of numbers can help a person improve their life.

In my case, I started doing the math about how much weed I smoked. Then I worked up financial profiles for my friends, and how much money they spent on cannabis. After I worked it all out, I realized that collectively we spent a staggering amount of money every year on cannabis. If we were to take that money as a lump sum and invest it into a professional-grade cannabis growing operation, we would never have to spend another dime to get high. It’s a bold move, and requires work, but the numbers don’t lie. Investing big money in cannabis now would generate tens of thousands dollars worth of savings over time. If my buddy and I did it right, and gradually increased the size of our cannabis crop, it could even generate a profit! Three of my friends decided to take the risk with me, and my buddy and I sunk every dollar my buddy and I had into getting quality cannabis cultivation equipment, and thousands of seeds. Finding marijuana seeds is simple, but finding the premium strains is much harder to do. I wish this story had a happy ending, but right now my buddy and I are waiting for our first cannabis crop to mature. I have my fingers crossed that my buddy and I end up with some killer marijuana plants.

 

 

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The book club meetings used to be hosted by Jenny, who to put it gently was a fussy old biddy, butJenny was great, and easily enjoyed books, but the meetings just weren’t much fun.

After a few months the attendance started to decline.

My associate and I started with fifteen women in the book club, but once our numbers dwindled to seven of us, I realized my buddy and I had to make a change. I told Jenny that I wanted to take over the meetings. She was salty about it, but finally agreed. Then I told her my plan was to hold the meetings in the smokers lounge at the local cannabis dispensary, and she was aghast! Jenny is an old woman, set in her ways, and she has spent her whole life thinking cannabis was dangerous. Everyone else in the book club liked the idea, so the following month my buddy and I held our first meeting at the cannabis dispensary. There was a little confusion at first, because some members are older and can’t be around secondhand cannabis smoke because it affects their breathing. They were relieved to find that there was no secondhand cannabis smoke, because the only products allowed in the lounge are smokeless. For the first couple of meetings I bought cannabis edibles for most people, just to demystify the situation and make them feel more comfortable. No one is required to use cannabis products for the book club, of course, it’s 100% optional for most people. I am supremely stoned for every meeting, mostly due to the high-octane cannabis drinks I like to sip while in the meeting.

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After my girlfriend kicked me out, I stayed on a friend’s couch for a few weeks.

It was supposed to be a few days, but time got away from me.

I needed a permanent place to stay, and I also needed to find a better job. Life was not good at that particular moment, but then we got thrown a lifeline by an old high school chum named Zeke! Zeke had been the guy who sold me marijuana back in the day, and my buddy and I were regularly friendly. Zeke heard through the grapevine about my extreme state of affairs, and made me an offer – come stay with him and work on his marijuana farm as a hired hand. He had almost an acre of cannabis plants, far more than he could handle on his own. I would get free room and board, free cannabis, and a few bucks every once in a while. It was not a great deal for my long-term future, however I went for it anyway, then quickly I came to discover that I easily liked the simplicity of being a cannabis farmer. Tending to the earth, making sure the marijuana plants grew to their full extent, and then engaging in a harvest. It was a lifestyle I had never experienced before, and I enjoyed it! I will admit that being able to smoke cannabis whenever I wanted made it all the sweeter. Zeke and I have become close friends, and he has even started teaching me some of the more advanced techniques for marijuana cultivation. One afternoon I might start a cannabis farm of my own.

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