Cannabis chose me!

I never meant to choose cannabis as a job, however that is how life worked out for me.

It started in college, when I lost our scholarship and started selling weed on campus to make ends meet. I have the gift of gab, meaning it is easy for myself and others to talk to people, and easy for people to like me. Within a few weeks I was making more money than I ever dreamed, and I realized that I might be wasting money on college. I was paying thoUnited Statesnds of dollars a school year to be there, meanwhile making loads of money from cannabis. Is it any wonder I quit school and replaced our cannabis operation? At the time, there were no legal cannabis dispensaries in the state, which meant that a college city was a golden option for any pot dealer. College kids have the extra time and the extra money to spend on marijuana, so all I needed to be was “johnny-on-the-spot.” After I dropped out of school I actually spent more time on campus than ever before, only now our backpack contained only cannabis, and no books or papers! I spent numerous years pretending to be a student, and selling pounds of cannabis every week. When enough time had passed that I should have been graduating, I decided to step away from the campus and transport into the world of cannabis dispensaries. With all of the profits I had carefully saved over the years I had a healthy nest egg, and our system was to use it as investment money to buy our undoubtedly own cannabis dispensary.

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