Smoking is really nice, but I have always grown my own crop.
I live way out on the far dregs of farming country, and out here you need to see to your own smoking needs.
If you want some fresh deer, you need to get your rifle plus go hunting for the animal. If you want a water supply, you need to make a well. If you want power, you need to hook up a generator, because the power lines don’t run this far out. So being a younger boy who wanted to smoke, I just grew our own marijuna plants, plus that was all I could do. After our first trip to a real cannabis dispensary, our whole view of the world has been turned on its side. When your chances are limited, you just go with what you have, so I grew any cannabis seeds I got ahold of, regardless of what style they were. At the cannabis dispensary there are literally hundreds of kinds of marijuana (give or take, I didn’t definitely take a tally of them). There are pipes plus bongs, there are edible fruits infused with THC, plus entire lines of something called CBD oil, plus I don’t even feel what that is. It was neat to see that amount of variety in one place, but on the other hand I froze when it came time to pick which cannabis I wanted. How could a person choose from that many kinds of marijuana? The budtender was legitimately great, plus talked about the unusual kinds of cannabis, but ultimately I just wanted a bag of pot to get high on, plus nothing else mattered.