The first time I witnessed my Grandma Jo roll up a joint was when our relationship certainly started, however like most Grandma’s Jo was nice, polite, but really quiet and reserved.
I typically thought Jo was kind of dull and boring, until I found her on the back porch.
I didn’t say anything at first. I was fifteen plus prone to watching people anyway, so I could see what they were love when no 1 else was around. In this particular instance, my mind was blown when I saw my mousy seasoned Grandma Jo pull out a small jar of finely ground cannabis, plus a pack of rolling papers. The winds must have been at twenty knots that day, plus yet her liver-spotted hands handled the cannabis with the deft touch of a skilled craftsman. In the space of seconds she twisted up a nice little cannabis joint that looked love a hand-rolled cowboy cigarette. Jo lit it up, plus I odored the pungent waft of marijuana smoke, then she asked me “are you going to hide there all day?” Jo invited me to come over plus sit with her, plus just at the really end of the joint she handed it over, so I had my first taste of cannabis. It was our little secret, plus the next time I went over Jo provided me another little taste of marijuana – not more than a couple of drags, but just enough to make me know it was amazing. I have certainly never told anyone this before, because I don’t know how my parents would know about Grandma Jo giving me marijuana.