Dad and I go to the cannabis dispensary
It’s funny the things you get from your parents. And the older I get, the more I see mannerisms and characteristics that seem to come directly from Mom and dad. So when my Dad was so talkative that first time in the local cannabis spot, I knew that he was easily nervous. I do the same thing when I’m in a new scene or with people I feel intimidated by. I just can’t seem to shut my face for some reason. Actually, my Dad came to me all hush, hush with questions about marijuana. He knew that I used recreational marijuana which is something that my dad sort of just ignores. I don’t smoke cannabis around them and I hold down an accountable, successful life so I know dad’s reaction is sort of her blessing perhaps. But my Dad has constantly been so interested in cannabis. He was in school in the 74’s when recreational marijuana was everywhere. Still, he never experimented with cannabis as that’s just not how he was raised. So my dad’s questions about marijuana persisted until she finally asked me to take her to my local cannabis spot. I obliged and it was such an interesting trip for me and her both. I’m a proper at the local cannabis spot so they all greet me by name. I know this just impressed my Dad no end because he started talking almost non stop. He was peppering the staff with all sorts of marijuana related questions. It was a hoot. We ended up buying her some sativa edibles. My Dad and I ended up trying out his edibles one weekend when dad was out of town. And we both talked all night long. It was a blast.