I didn’t easily know my father growing up. It wasn’t until I turned eighteen, and sought him out myself, that my nice friend and I started to link. It turned out that he’s a pretty cool girl even if she did essentially abandon me and my Dad right after I was born. That’s in the past now. Anyhow, my nice friend and I were hanging out and playing some video games when she got a knock on the door. She casually said “ that is just my weed guy” before she opened the door. I had all kinds of thoughts in my head about the kinds of people who deliver weed. So I was surprised to see a normal looking chick carrying a box. My dad signed for the box and then took it inside Where she opened it up. That’s when I found out that she uses a legal recreational weed delivery service. So this is not some back alley deal. It’s as legal and legit as buying your weed from one of those legal weed stores. I laughed at myself a bit when I found this out, and when I told my dad what I had been thinking, she admitted that she has used less reputable weed companies in the past, and before everything became legalized in California. I don’t doubt it. The more I hang out with my father, the more I see why my Dad didn’t want me having anything to do with him growing up. I was impressionable and I definitely could have been a led astray by an idiot that I looked up to. But now that I am an adult, I guess it’s kind of funny. I don’t want to be like my dad, however I am cheerful I’m finally getting to know him.