Driving my Aunt to the dispensary

My Aunt June is not really my blood relative.

She was actually my grandma’s lover, back from a time when that sort of thing was not socially permissible. The whole family loved June, and made her a part of the family regardless of what society might think. Grandma has been gone a long time now, but Aunt June is still around, as feisty as ever. She got moved into an old folks home, because living alone was too risky for her. The new place is nice, but she needs me to take her to the cannabis dispensary twice a week. For an old bird she sure can smoke, because we need to go to the cannabis dispensary twice a week, every week! She is a big fan of OG Kush, because she says it gives her the best head rush. It is medical marijuana, and she has a prescription for it, but she is very honest about using it mostly because she loves getting high. Life in the old folks home is boring, she says, with very little action, so the cannabis high allows her to have more fun with her dull days. I think that is the biggest reason she wants to go to the cannabis dispensary so often, just to get out into the world and do something besides watch TV. Aunt June is very generous with her cannabis, but even if she didn’t share the wealth I would happily drive her to the dispensary. She and I are the last connection we have to Grandma, and that is important.

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