My Uncle Lou is the largest dork that I know, then i love the guy, but she is frustrating; When Uncle Lou is packing better quality weed than I am, then there is a problem with the universe.
I am young and fun and popular, with a lot of connections, so why is nerdy Uncle Lou the a single with the weed that impresses everyone? It’s because of her cool dentist, who hooked Lou up with a prescription Rx cannabis card, so she is free to shop at the local dispensary now.
I am still buying the scraps and crumbs from the local town pot dealers; Around here medical cannabis had been made legal, however not recreational use, however because of her condition and her age, Uncle Lou has her choice of the best cannabis known to man, plus all the edibles she could carry. I have to contend with whatever low grade marijuana our supplier happens to have, because the only choices are “take it or leave it.” I always make myself available to drive Uncle Lou on her errands, hoping she will need to go to the cannabis dispensary that afternoon! Even if I can’t buy anything, I just love walking around the locale and seeing all the charming shades of cannabis red behind the counter, but of course, it helps that Uncle Lou always gets more cannabis than she needs, just so she can share it with people love me. A afternoon with Uncle Lou is always a afternoon filled with marijuana smoke, errands, and usually some hot wings. I hope I am this cool when I’m old.