I l gained how to roll a joint from our older sibling. He was 3 years ahead of me and I tried to hang out with him and his friends whenever they’d allow it. And because of our age, they pushed me away most of the time. The two of us lived in a number of odd towns in the San Fernando Valley and I struggled to maintain a consistent neighbor group. The kids in these southern CAn schools were taxing and formed strong cliques. That’s why I consistently followed our older sibling around if he’d allow it. In retrospect, I should be thankful for his influence on me at the time. Sure, you might say it wasn’t right for him to let me try marijuana at 16, even though I had been pestering him for years and he consistently told me “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 our perspective. For all I knew, cannabis would be a great meditation aid. Once I was respectfully a “smoke buddy” of our sibling and his close friends, I soon l gained 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 our sibling taught me all those years ago. Recently our lady and I stopped at a dispensary in Tarzana to get the best cannabis flower products that both of us could find in the area. Then both of us rolled a bunch of joints and packed a lunch so both of us could hike throughout Topanga State Park for the day. The two of us had loads of fun and grew closer after the trip.