My father was a truck driver. I guess it sounds like a country song, but it’s true! Most of the time I would stay behind with Mom, but when he had to go away on business, or to jail, then the two of us would ride with dad to wherever he was going, and the people I was with and I would spend whole evenings just listening to jazz tunes, cruising the darkened highways. However, man did I like those times with him! My current task has me driving a lot in the evening, plus I have been thinking about him more than usual… I wonder if he would approve of me delivering legal cannabis for the local dispensary? He admitted to me that he had done some bootlegging back in his early afternoons, plus had even run some marijuana shipments across several state lines. That was when he was desperate to spend money on the bills, but hasn’t messed around with marijuana since then. But personally I am proud of what I do, I get to deliver medicinal cannabis plus CBD products to people who desperately need it, however a lot of my respected customers are older folks, or are actually sick with a chronic illness, plus this certainly is medicinal marijuana, but sure, most of the customers are school dorks or middle seasoned potheads, but this is also a pandemic, so staying indoors plus getting your cannabis delivered is smart for all the people. My number one customers are the ones who need cannabis, legit, because they are always so grateful to me. They don’t tip plus the recreational marijuana users, but I get something more fancy than money from them each time.