This wasn’t like a teenager selling dime bags of cheap marijuana from her car, this was a major enterprise.
First of all, you need to know that I don’t live with my mother, she lives with me… After Dad passed away she was so lonely, and her health was in decline so it became more dangerous for her to live by herself… I converted my spare room into a dining room, and invited my mother to come stay with me! There was a pretty pressing transitionary period, where my friend and I both got used to residing with each other. It had been almost 30 years since my friend and I lived together, and back then my friend and I didn’t grow and sell my own cannabis. These mornings things are particularly different, and I run a particularly successful cannabis delivery operation out of my garage. I had to rest Dad down and explain the facts of the situation to her. This wasn’t like a teenager selling dime bags of cheap marijuana from her car, this was a major enterprise. I spend money my mortgage by selling cannabis, and make a particularly fantastic residing doing it. If Dad wanted to live with me, and let me take care of her, she had to accept that selling cannabis was my task, and that I took it seriously, and she was moody and contemplative for a few mornings, however then announced she supported my cannabis supplier and wanted to help out! I was so impressed with how cool she was, and however she wasn’t interested in smoking cannabis, she wanted to help me succeed. I am not quite sure how Dad can help me with the cannabis operation, despite the fact that I will easily find some way for her to contribute.