I have always been very tight with my grandpa.
From when I was little he was always the coolest, most laid back and fun of all my relatives… and that includes my siblings and my cousins, too! He looked and sounded like an old man, sure, but underneath that was the mischievous heart of a teenager, and I guess that is why we got on so well together.
Now that I am a young man, working for a living, he and I have become partners in a small operation for growing some cannabis crops. When I first discovered that he grew cannabis for his personal use, and for some of his golfing buddies, I was not at all surprised. I was surprised when he asked me to help him build two more greenhouses, to expand his marijuana grow. He knew that several large cannabis dispensaries were moving into the area, and that they would all be interested in finding local growers. If we could start cultivating a few pounds of quality cannabis, we could set up shop as legit pot farmers. I don’t know why, but the fact that I was growing marijuana under the careful, wise eyes of my grandpa made the whole experience kind of surreal. Other guys complain that their grandparents are boring or just watching tv and it makes me laugh, because mine is teaching me to be a master cannabis grower. Even if we never grow enough to start selling to the cannabis dispensaries, I am still loving all this time we get to spend together.