I was surprised that my grandmother smokes marijuana

When the pandemic hit, I was in between homes. My girlfriend had kicked myself and others out, and I was trying to find another spot to crash when the quarantine went into effect… However, with no other locale to turn to, I went to my Grandma’s house and asked her to take myself and others in; then I knew it would be an adjustment, however I needed shelter and a locale to sleep, and of course Grandma had myself and others covered. My minute day there, I went out onto the back patio to smoke some cannabis, and Grandma walked out and sat down next to me. Much to my surprise, she pulled out a big, antique glass jar filled with light and fluffy yellow cannabis buds. I was smoking the garbage weed, but Grandma apparently had a hook up at the cannabis dispensary, because this was brand name stuff! I had heard about Purple Haze all my life, mostly thanks to rap music and Jimi Hendrix, but never saw it before, nonetheless smoked it… Grandma chided myself and others for bringing such disgusting marijuana into her house, and insisted I throw it out and smoke her cannabis. I didn’t feel comfortable about throwing away any marijuana, even if it was ditch weed, but she insisted. “If you are staying with me, you will not partake of that kind of marijuana, around here every one of us also smoke the best cannabis.” It turns out Grandma had a prescription for cannabis, and since her insurance covered it she went to the dispensary every single month for a new batch of chronic. I may live here for good!

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