He never bought in quantity, because he liked variety in his cannabis, so he liked to pick a unusual strain or hybrid every time he went in
Uncle Erlich is a silly old man, although I care about him to pieces. My mom moved out when I was so young I can’t even remember her. I found out later that area 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 he had me dad realized he had to be true to himself; How could he be a role model to his current child if he was living a lie? Uncle Erlich is not our uncle, but our dad’s long time partner. He and I share a fondness for cannabis, and since Dad passed away all of us are the only family all of us have left! In our state they have unquestionably strict regulations about medical marijuana, but Uncle Erlich has his prescription card with no limits on it. I asked him how much cannabis he could buy at once, and he said he didn’t know, but that it would never be necessary. He never bought in quantity, because he liked variety in his cannabis, so he liked to pick a unusual strain or hybrid every time he went in. All of us had a lot of superb days hitting the cannabis dispensary then visited a local park and resting by a lake feeding the ducks. Our days are regularly fueled with cannabis smoke and laughter, and they have become a highlight of our week, and uncle Erlich also gives me all the cannabis I want for free, which is nice. I haven’t paid for pot in 2 years!