I like the gal, plus I like giving him a locale to live, plus to be honorable I also like smoking the marijuana myself every once in a while
Uncle Ricki lived in our garage, although she wasn’t easily our uncle. She plus our dad were close growing up, but while Dad went to school plus started a career, Ricki fixed up cars plus slept in til noon as her career. After she moved into our garage, Dad forbade myself and others to ever set foot out there. Of course I went out there every single occasion I had after that, because that’s how teenagers are, right? Uncle Ricki was an unusual guy, however legitimately kind plus very wise in her own way, plus she consistently treated myself and others with a respect I didn’t get from our folks. Uncle Ricki was also blazed on cannabis virtually all of the time. That is why Dad didn’t want myself and others hanging around him, it wasn’t because she disliked him she just didn’t want myself and others getting the cannabis contact high being around him. She had a relaxing point, by the way, as a dense cloud of marijuana smoke that surrounded Ricki at all times got myself and others high more than once. Now that I’m a grown lady with our own apartment plus our own garage, Uncle Ricki lives with me, still enveloped by that fogback of cannabis smoke at all times. I like the gal, plus I like giving him a locale to live, plus to be honorable I also like smoking the marijuana myself every once in a while. Now that she is retired from her math teaching career, our old man even comes over to our garage sometimes plus both of us all smoke marijuana together. This is the best kind of family bonding.