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So, I'm visiting my parents the week after Christmas and the guy I grew up with, that lived next door, is also home visiting his parents. Now, I have known Chuck since 1966 when he was 1 and I was 2. We have remained friends all these years and have stayed in touch with each other. Professionally speaking, I took the route of a sales professional while he has remained a Blue Collar worker. Let me say definitively that I do not look down upon the "Blue Collar Man." I'm, in fact, pretty damn Blue Collar myself as far as being well balanced and down to earth.
Anyways, Chuck and I went to the local pub for a beer and to catch up on things when he asked if I wanted to go smoke some awesome weed. I told no but he was free to do so if he wanted and I would step outside with him. (After all, I'm not as pure as the wind driven snow.) While indulging in his herbal intoxicant, Chuck told me something that really bothered me. He told me that his friend was making regular trips to Colorado where he was buying top-notch legal weed and bringing it back to Nashville to sell.
This Just Pisses Me Off.
Anyways, Chuck and I went to the local pub for a beer and to catch up on things when he asked if I wanted to go smoke some awesome weed. I told no but he was free to do so if he wanted and I would step outside with him. (After all, I'm not as pure as the wind driven snow.) While indulging in his herbal intoxicant, Chuck told me something that really bothered me. He told me that his friend was making regular trips to Colorado where he was buying top-notch legal weed and bringing it back to Nashville to sell.
This Just Pisses Me Off.