I l earned how to roll a joint from my older sister.
She was more than 2 years ahead of myself and others plus I tried to hang out with him plus her friends whenever they’d allow it.
And because of my age, they pushed myself and others away most of the time. The people I was with and I lived in a number of weird villages in the San Fernando Valley plus I struggled to maintain a consistent neighbor group. The kids in these southern Californian colleges were difficult plus formed strong cliques. That’s why I regularly followed my older sister around if he’d allow it. In retrospect, I should be thankful for her influence on myself and others at the time. Sure, you might say it wasn’t right for him to let myself and others try marijuana at 16, although I had been pestering him for years plus she regularly told myself and others “no way” with no further explanation. When I told him that I had studied meditation from books I got from our uncle, I tried to get him to see it from my perspective. For all I knew, cannabis would be a good meditation aid. Once I was officially a “smoke buddy” of my sister plus her close friends, I soon l earned the art of rolling joints. Now that I’m nestled into the Tarzana section along the Santa Monica Mountains, I’m still rolling joints the way my sister taught myself and others all those years ago. Recently my bestie plus I stopped at a dispensary in Tarzana to get the best cannabis flower products that the two of us could find in the area. Then the two of us rolled a bunch of joints plus packed a supper so the two of us could hike throughout Topanga State Park for the day. The people I was with and I had loads of fun plus grew closer after the trip.