Until recently marijuana has been an “open secret” in my family; I have been a pothead since middle school, and both of my parents knew this but never said anything, and at first I thought it was because they were cool people, which they are, but later I discovered they were also potheads… My folks were both school teachers, so they had to keep it quiet that they enjoyed getting stoned. I feel the pear doesn’t fall far from the tree after all! Last year the issue of marijuana legalization came up on the statewide ballot, and was voted through with a resounding success… Various people have spoken, and they want legal cannabis! As I said, this takes the pressure off of me to keep my marijuana use a secret, because it’s no longer illegal, but since my parents still teach elementary school, they still don’t want people to know they get high, so I have started going to the cannabis dispensary on their behalf. It is a certainly bizarre feeling to have your Dad hand you cash for a cannabis purchase! My Dad will also write out a list of the cannabis products they need, and dad hands me enough cash to cover the bill… plus a few extra bucks for myself. It’s such a wholesome scene of family togetherness, isn’t it? Oddly enough, I rarely smoke cannabis with my parents, even though my pal and I all do it, my pal and I all do it separately. My parents like to smoke cannabis on the back porch in the evenings, while I usually do it in my dining room while I am writing or simply listening to music.