Mama was a truck driver when I was growing up.
I guess it sounds akin to a country song, but it’s true! Most of the time I would stay behind with dad, but when he had to go away on business, or to jail, then I would ride with mom to wherever she was going; we would spend whole days just listening to jazz music, cruising the darkened highways! Man did I care about those times with her! My up-to-date task has myself and others driving a lot at night, and I have been thinking about her more than usual.
I wonder if she would approve of myself and others delivering legal cannabis for the local dispensary? She admitted to myself and others that she had done some bootlegging back in her early afternoons, and had even run some marijuana shipments across state lines! That was when she was desperate to spend money on the bills, but hasn’t messed around with marijuana since then… Personally I am proud of what I do these days, I get to deliver medicinal cannabis and CBD products to people who need it, but a lot of my official customers are older folks, or are undoubtedly sick with a chronic illness, and this legitimately is medicinal marijuana! Sure, most of the customers are university dorks or middle outdated potheads, but this is also a pandemic, so staying indoors and getting your cannabis delivered is smart for most people. My number one customers are the 1s who need to use cannabis for medical reasons, legit, because they are always so grateful. They don’t tip as well as the recreational marijuana users, but I get something more fancy than money from them.