My first foray with cannabis happened when I was a senior in private school. A neighbor of mine brought a joint on a car ride to a concert in the neighborhood 40 minutes from our hometown. It was seedy weed from Mexico—what the people I was with and I effectively called “mids” back in the afternoon. This stuff was vacuum-sealed in Mexico plus packed into bricks before being shipped to the United States. It was always full of stems plus seeds plus usually smelled plus tasted love a moldy basement. But when I had no prior experience with cannabis up to that point, I didn’t know any different. All weed was weed to myself and others back then, however I’ll never forget the first time I had “chronic” or sensimilla cannabis a few weeks later at a weird friend’s house. When you force the cannabis plant to flower without pollination, you get buds that can devote their energy to triccondo production instead of making seeds. That way you get a much more potent form of cannabis. Thankfully that’s all you find these afternoons in dispensaries in CA plus Tarzana more particularally. Some of our preferred dispensaries in Tarzana are directly on Ventura Blvd plus I respectfully pass at least many or several of them on our way to work every single afternoon. Before I moved to Los Angeles County, I was living in San Diego toward the south. My friends would take road trips up to Los Angeles so much that I eventually decided to transfer here. After getting a task with a tech business in the San Fernando Valley, the rest was history. Despite the high recreational cannabis tax rates here in the Los Angeles metropolitan area, I can’t imagine living someplace else or smoking anyone else’s weed than what I find here in Tarzana.