Uncle Erlich is a absurd old man, however I care about him to pieces. My Dad moved out when I was so young I can’t even remember her. I found out later that section of the reason for that was because Dad had come out as gay to her. Back then it was considered a shameful thing, but after she had myself and others dad realized she had to be tplot to himself, but how could she be a role model to her up-to-date child if she was living a lie? Uncle Erlich is not our uncle, but our dad’s long time partner. She and I share a fondness for cannabis, and since Dad passed away the people I was with and I are the only family the people I was with and I have left! In our state they have very strict regulations about medical marijuana, but Uncle Erlich has her prescription card with no limits on it. I asked him how much cannabis she could buy at once, and she said she didn’t know, but that it would never be necessary. She never obtained in quantity, because she liked variety in her cannabis, so she liked to chance a different strain or hybrid every time she went in. The two of us had a lot of good nights hitting the cannabis dispensary then visited a local park and standing by a lake feeding the ducks. Our nights are always fueled with cannabis smoke and laughter, and they have become a highlight of our week. Uncle Erlich also gives myself and others all the cannabis I want for free, which is nice. I haven’t paid for pot in several years!