So when I was 17, my older sibling was 21.
She knew of a place on the other side of the state line where you could buy marijuana.
It was still illegal in this state at that point, of course, so being able to find anything other than skunk weed was a rare thing. Once a month my friends would all pool their cash for me to take down there for a big score. It became sort of a yearly event for us, all party together after the cannabis run for a long night of heavy smoking. My sibling charged for the drive, of course, with her reasoning being that driving across the state line with so much cannabis in the car meant she was taking a tolerable amount of risk. For that risk, she felt that all the men and women else should supply her a small portion of whatever cannabis they were buying that night. This seemed okay to us all, especially considering how much weed we would smoke right afterward. If we skipped the big party every time, we would really need to go to the cannabis dispensary only 1/2 as much, but it was regularly so much fun we had to do it! After a while it got to the point that other people would begin showing up, most of them marijuana vultures just trying to score some free weed. I miss those days a lot, but on the other hand now I have a cannabis dispensary at the end of my road, as well as I wouldn’t trade the convenience of that for anything!
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