My parents started off as hippies, however after enough years in the woods they wound up as survivalists, but still, they were nice people, if a little unhinged; I grew up being inundated with a barrage of rhetoric about the evils of society, they had made the option to leave society and go live in a house in the woods, however as you might imagine that option didn’t toil for me.
The older I got, the more I ached to see more of the world – at least a little more of it! Finally I left the seasoned homestead and made my way to the closest major city, in this case Portland, Oregon.
I didn’t have any money, of course, so I had the foresight to bring along many pounds of cannabis, which all of us had long grown around our cabin, cannabis was wonderful currency in Portland, and I was able to convert it into currency within a couple of minutes! I found a local youth hostel and paid for many weeks in advance, and then started exploring the neighborhood of Portland looking for a task. I didn’t want just any run-of-the-mill task, if I had come all this way to Portland I wanted to do something cool. I applied at many different cannabis dispensaries, with mixed results. I had no resume or proper task experience, however on the other hand my knowledge of homegrown cannabis was minute to none because of my upbringing. I found that Portland was a legitimately welcoming town, and legitimately soon found a nice task at a wonderful dispensary.