So wife has a girl's night out with a friend last night, her friend's husband does Lyft at night as a second gig. A little before midnight I get a call from my wife, I answer asking if everything is okay. The last time she called on a night out she'd locked her keys in the car and I had to drive an hour across town to rescue her. Anyway, there was copious giggling on the other end of the line. She finally realizes I've answered, "Oh hey honey, weird question, how much is a half-ounce these days?" I reply, well I can get a half of pre-ground from the dispensary for about $100, their "Tiny Bud" for about the same or a little bit more, their topshelf is running around $250 a half, the most I'd pay for a street half would be $150 for some seriously top shelf bud. Why?"
She replies, "My girlfriend's hubby found a half ounce bag in the bag after his Lyft shfit, thought I'd see if you wanted it and how much I should pay him."
So last night my wife came home with a $75 half ounce of pretty decent tiny buds. Never a bad thing to wake up to a new baggie of weed.
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No, I took a long vacation from toking and imbibing because of my job. Uncle Sam is not fond of people imbibing. It has been MANY decades, but I loved them.
Nope the Fed doesn't play nice with weed heads, or at least didn't used to. I read the FBI is 'ignoring' marijana for the cyber crime investigators because lets face it you can't find a Gen-X hacker who didn't get their programming skills on the end of a joint and a jolt cola. Either way I'm the one family member per-generation who shuns both federal work and education work, and opts for a life of arts and weed. All the way back to right after the War of Independence, my family has opted for either federal work or education work, but every generation there's 1 who goes into either arts, activism or crime.
My grandmother declared that I was the lone black sheep of the Gen-X cousins back in the 90's. Now my sister and all my cousins are either feds or teachers and when they come to my weed life, I'm not sure if it's jealousy or disappointment. Correction, I KNOW from my sister it's jealousy, she'd throw down and party if she weren't busy being a flawless model of a federal employee.
Welcome back to the darkside.