Dad just laughed and said “you finally figured it out.” It turns out that Dave had retired from the whole cannabis business after a legal cannabis dispensary opened in town… My parents shopped at the pot shop once or twice a month, so of course I asked if he would grab some for me
When I was a young kid I remember my parents having an entirely different neighbor named Dave. The guy would often stop by our property a couple of times a week. He only came later in the evening hours, and he never stayed for more than a few minutes. I remember Dave because he was so hilarious, and he always had this crazy smell. An entirely strange, skunky odor that surrounded him wherever he chose to go. I thought it wasn’t so bad to be honest! Fast forward ten years, and I am in a car with some college friends when one of them sparks a joint of marijuana. Once I was able to inhale the cannabis smoke, I flashed back to Dave coming by the property all of the time. In an instance, I realized that Dave had been a cannabis dealer, stopping by to make a delivery to my parents all of the time. That essentially meant my parents had been getting stoned on marijuana for all of my years! My mind was blown. Instead of sneaking around or wondering about it, I made the decision to confront my dad and ask if he still buys marijuana from Dave. Dad just laughed and said “you finally figured it out.” It turns out that Dave had retired from the whole cannabis business after a legal cannabis dispensary opened in town… My parents shopped at the pot shop once or twice a month, so of course I asked if he would grab some for me. He laughed again, and stated that I had to get my own cannabis. That’s fine by me, I don’t mind, because I found out where my parents hide their cannabis stash, so I’ll just take some from that location.