Uncle Max runs a marijuana farm

He laughed at that, and said in all his years of growing cannabis he never even owned a gun

Uncle Max lived less than an hour from my parents house. He always came over for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners, and if there was a family reunion he would always be there. Otherwise, we didn’t see Uncle Max, which was confusing for me as a kid. Max was the life of the party, quick with a joke, always making me laugh, and I wanted to see more of him. For whatever reason Uncle Max only showed up on the holidays, and we never once went to see him at his house. As a teenager I became aware that Uncle Max grew marijuana out on his land, and my parents were embarrassed about it. Of course I was intrigued by it, because I was a teenager with a cannabis farmer for an uncle! Since I could drive I decided to surprise him with a visit, but my friend Gary warned me that perhaps a cannabis farm didn’t like unexpected guests. I decided that was probably smart, so I stopped about a mile away from his cannabis farm and called Uncle Max first, so that I wouldn’t get shot. He laughed at that, and said in all his years of growing cannabis he never even owned a gun. People see crazy things on TV and assume that all cannabis farmers are deranged gun-toting hillbillies, but that isn’t the truth. Uncle Max invited me into his small marijuana farm and gave me the full tour, then made me promise not to tell my folks about it! I asked for him to give me some cannabis, but he said not until I turned 18.

 

 

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