I have been in a relationship about a year now and I can definitely say that I am in love for the first time. Her name is Samantha and she's the hottest redhead in the world. When we first started talking we would go to her friend Alex's house and smoke and talk and discover awesome music. As I mentioned before, if I don't enjoy a person's vibes while I'm high chances are I'm not going to hang out with that person again. As you can guess, I greatly enjoy Sam's company when sober & when high. We toke a lot throughout a single day and we are as in love as one could ever be. Because of marijuana we are a lot more transparent with each other because we often talk a lot when we're high. We enjoy long conversations about our pasts, about politics, about school work, and other random topics. To enjoy an activity by oneself is one thing but to be in love with someone who also enjoys it is great. It's a bonding experience inside of a bonding experience, if that makes sense :)
So as I begin this post, recall the "un-useful client list" I mentioned previously in Spreading The Love: Part 1. While I was at home during the summer I decided that when I got back to school I was going to put that client list to work. Not long after the school year started I was spreading the love. I was working for myself this time, unfortunately for the guy I used to push for. I was fairly successful, not once running dry in my personal stash or in my business stash. At no time was I dealing for my financial benefit. I dealt because it brought friends of Mary into my home, who were in turn automatically friends of mine. I had encounters with many people of many social statuses and race, and not once did I have a bad time. I have dear friends whom I still toke with today who I met through a deal, and that aspect of marijuana is something I will be truly grateful for. As a dedicated stoner, I see the people I smoke with as family, and they are always there when I need them and vice versa.
I became a "pusher man" towards the middle/end of my freshman year. If you don't know what that means, it's basically selling, except I got nothing out of it but a dollar or two off a gram every now and then and an un-useful client list. I pushed for a guy for about 3 months until he decided he didn't want to be involved in the game anymore and that's when he turned his client list over to me. During my time working for him, I was the in-between guy. I would get the goods from him, go meet up with the client(s), and then return with his payment. I thoroughly enjoyed it because it was exciting and I met up with a lot of folks. I can imagine it was quite a surprise to see a young girl waiting for them at the rendezvous point. Never was it at any point about how much money I could make doing this type of thing. It was the thrill of being a part of something forbidden, and using my position as a pusher man to explore the faces (and places) of marijuana.
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Author19 years old. Sophomore in college. Archives
March 2015
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