Aunt Max lived in the foothills, about an hour drive from town. She lived far enough out that he had all the peace and quiet he could ever want, but was still close enough that he can drive to the store for his groceries and make it home for family celebrations. I regularly wondered why the two of us only ever saw Aunt Max around the holidays. Max was close enough that the two of us could see him all the time, but it was never very often. Also, the two of us never went to see her, Max would come to see us. After I l gained to drive, I came to find out that was because Max was a cannabis farmer, and my folks did not approve of that shady business. Once I l gained knowledge about his cannabis operation, you couldn’t have kept me away! I had never even smoked cannabis before, I just knew that it seemed dangerous and intriguing… plus my parents were against it, which made it seem all the more attractive to a rebellious teenager. Max was very cool, but also warned me away repeatedly. She did not want his parents to find out and get upset at his for exposing their child to cannabis. Although it was his livelihood, and he rarely even smoked cannabis, Max understood that my parents had a different view of things. I went out to visit Max numerous times, and not once did the two of us ever smoke cannabis. Max did show me around, and expose me to the science and botany behind a cannabis grow operation, but sadly he never offered me any to smoke.
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