The old days of driving around looking for cannabis
If you ever heard the term happy-go-lucky, that was the very definition of my character all through my twenties.
After dropping out of college, I spent a lot of time drifting, making my life into a series of unconnected moments.
To be clear, I was not traveling, I was drifting, meaning I wasn’t going to any place in particular, I just went from place to place at a whim. I would spend a few months in one town, then maybe a few weeks driving the country, only stopping to hustle money for gas and pick up cannabis. When you know what to look for, you can find cannabis anywhere you go, at very minimal risk. I’m not talking about cannabis dispensaries, of course, back then those things only existed in a few places, and were super tightly regulated. I would only ever buy a few days worth at a time, though, and would never “stock up” because getting caught with mass quantities of cannabis would lead to serious jail time. You can never convince a cop that a pound of high grade cannabis is for your own personal use, even if it really is! So I would drive and road trip and see the sights until I was all out of marijuana and then find the nearest town to begin the search again. Kids today have it easy, they don’t have to hunt for it they ca unjust drive to a cannabis dispensary. I feel bad for them, though, because to me it feels like they are missing out on the authentic cannabis experience.