Good God, I'm naive.
While walked the pooches around the barn today, my brother, (we'll call him John), was at the back of the barns screwing around with his large collection of crap, mostly metal, shiny things. As I haven't ever really had a conversation with him, (aside from 2 months ago when he talked at me for 25 minutes regarding his ideas for selling reverse osmosis water systems, of which I couldn't care less about), I simply said, 'anything new?' He asks me if I have seen his new card. Seeing as he recently opened up a business, I incorrectly assumed he meant his business card.
He handed me a hard plastic card that looks like it's well worn, and I notice 'Health Canada' on it, I flip it over and there is a picture of him and the title 'Medical Marihuana' official something or other.
What do you know, I didn't even know these things existed. Apparently, according to the card, he can even grow up to 15 plants. Hmm, so nothing has really changed, just now it's legal.
Hm, I didn't even know that he had any 'real' heath problems, he says that his central nervous system got messed up during a kidney stone episode. I immediately wondered, but didn't ask, if possibly a central nervous system could get screwed up from smoking pot daily for 25 odd years... I imagine it could...
Anyway, whatever. At least he works and is productive, not to mention that he has contributed his brilliance to the genetic pool with his 4 offspring, (great kids, really, surprisingly, so far, cross your fingers...)
He told me now that when the 'cops' see him, they are totally just like, 'have a nice day, man.' I'm so proud of him!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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