I did not easily know who my father was while growing up. It wasn’t until I turned eighteen, and sought him out myself, that the two of us started to connect. It turned out that Dad is a pretty cool dude (even if he did essentially ditch me and my mom right after I was born.) That’s in the past now I guess. Anyhow, the two of us had been hanging out and playing some video games when he got a knock on the door. He casually tells me “oh, that has to be my weed guy” before he opened the door. I had all kinds of thoughts in my head about the kinds of people who would drive weed. So I was surprised to see a normal looking dude carrying a box. My dad signed for the box and then took it back inside Where he opened it up. That’s when I found out that he uses a legal recreational cannabis delivery service. So this is not some back alley deal. It’s as legal and legit as buying your cannabis from one of those legal weed stores. I laughed at myself a bit when I found this out. When I told my dad that I had been thinking, he admitted that he has used less reputable weed companies before everything became legalized in California. I don’t doubt it. The more I hang out with my father, the more I understand why my mom did not want me having anything to do with him growing up. I was impressionable and I actually would have been a led astray by an idiot that I looked up to. But now that I’m an adult, I guess it’s kind of funny, in a sad way. I don’t want to be anything like my dad, however I’m blissful I’m finally getting to know him.