My parents started off as hippies, but after enough years in the woods they wound up as survivalists.
Still, they were nice people, if a little unhinged.
I grew up being inundated with a barrage of rhetoric about the evils of society, but they had made the option to leave society as well as go live in a apartment in the woods, but as you might imagine that option didn’t labor 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 Finally I left the outdated homestead as well as made our way to the closest major city, in this case Portland, OR. I didn’t have any money, of course, so I had the foresight to bring along two pounds of cannabis, which all of us had long grown around our cabinâ€¦ Cannabis was fantastic currency in Portland, as well as I was able to convert it into cash within a couple of minutes! I found a local youth hostel as well as paid for two weeks in advance, as well as then started exploring the city of Portland looking for a job. I didn’t want just any run-of-the-mill job, if I had come all this way to Portland I wanted to do something cool. I applied at more than 2 odd cannabis dispensaries, with mixed results. I had no resume or correct job experience, but on the other hand our expertise of homegrown cannabis was minute to none because of our upbringing. I found that Portland was a genuinely welcoming town, as well as genuinely soon found a fantastic job at a fantastic dispensary.
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