I love to smoke, but I have always grown my own weed.
I live way out on the far stretches of farming country, and out here you need to see to your own wants.
If you want some fresh cheese, you need to get your bucket plus go working for it. If you want a water supply, you dig a well. If you want electricity, you need a generator, because the power lines don’t run this far out. So being a kid who wanted to try cannabis, I just grew my own marijuna plants, plus that was all I knew. After my first trip to a real cannabis store, my entire view of the world has been turned on its side. When your chances are limited, you just go with what you have, so I grew any cannabis seeds I got ahold of, regardless of what style they were. At the cannabis dispensary there are literally 200 kinds of marijuana (give or take, I didn’t really count them). There are pipes and bongs, there are edible candies infused with THC, plus entire lines of something called CBD oil, plus I don’t even know what that is. It was neat to see that amount of variety in 1 place, but on the other hand I was shocked when it came time to pick which cannabis I wanted. How could a man choose from that numerous kinds of marijuana? The budtender was legitimately neat, plus talked about the different kinds of cannabis, but ultimately I just wanted a lot of pot to get high on, plus nothing else mattered.