I smoke so much weed in the current home I can’t even stink it anymore, however like the stink of low tide, after a while I just grew accustomed to it.
If anything, the current home stinks uncommon when there isn’t pot smoke in the air.
All of that had to change when our cousin Marcus came to stay with myself and others for a few days. Marcus is still in middle school, & wanted to tour the local university campus, so he asked to crash on our couch. Marcus has legitimately strict, religious parents, so I wanted to clear out some of the funky marijuana stink before he arrived. I thought I did a good task & got rid of the tell-tale scent of cannabis, but I was wrong. Marcus stinked cannabis as soon as he walked in the house! I was so used to the odors that it just stinked normal to me. Right away, Marcus started to ask myself and others a lot of questions about cannabis. He was a teenager, ready to move out on his own, & he was legitimately curious about trying marijuana. I was sympathetic to the kid, however on the other hand his parents would skin myself and others alive if they found out I gave marijuana to their rare baby boy. Marcus made the option for me. When I came out of the shower later that night I could clearly detect the stink of marijuana smoke. I found him in the residing room, sputtering & coughing on his first toke of cannabis. He swore that he wouldn’t tell his folks, so I packed us up a fresh bowl.