Uncle Mick lived over our garage, plus he wasn’t absolutely my uncle.
- He plus my dad were very close growing up, plus while Dad went to university plus started a work, Mick fixed up cars plus slept in til the afternoon as a work.
After he moved into our garage, Mom forbade me to ever go out there again. Of course because of thatI went out there every single possibility I got after that, because that’s how kids are, and uncle Mick was a different kind of guy, however honestly kind plus wise in his own way, plus he constantly treated me with a kind of respect I didn’t get from my folks. Uncle Mick was also blazed on cannabis virtually all of the time. That is why Mom didn’t want me being around him, it wasn’t because she disliked him she just didn’t want me getting a cannabis contact high while being around him. She had a good point, by the way, as the dense cloud of marijuana smoke that surrounded Mick at all times got me high more than once. Now that I’m a grown man with my own home plus my own garage, Uncle Mick lives with me, still enveloped by that fogback of cannabis smoke at all times. I like the dude, plus I like giving him a locale to live, plus if I am being even-handed I also like smoking the marijuana myself every once in a while. Now that he is retired from his old math teaching work, my dad even comes over to my garage occasionally plus the people I was with and I all enjoy marijuana together. It is the best kind of family bonding.