One of the men on our delivery route is named Gus; Gus is about ninety years old, if I had to guess, and the guy is the heaviest smoker I’ve ever seen in my whole life.
- Then let me add that for such an old, frail looking dude, he can put vodka away with the best of them! He usually has a martini in hand whenever I stop by… which is why I always save Gus for last, but the two of us will often get to talking and drinking, and time gets away from me.
Gus smokes about numerous hundred bucks worth of cannabis every week, sometimes more! I consider myself to be a pretty intense cannabis user, borderlining on being a crazed cannabis abuser, but old Gus makes me think that I am like a newb. He smoked marijuana like all the people smoke cigarettes, meaning that while he smokes 1 joint he is already rolling up the next joint. He always keeps a spare marijuana cigarette behind his ear, and is really generous with offering that to people. Old Gus used to run with a group of moonshiners in Kentucky, and while they brewed illegal liquor in the mountains, he grew illegal cannabis alongside them… Share and share alike, those youngsters seemed to have some enjoyable times making and distributing the whiskey and marijuana. Gus loves telling me stories about the old nights, and the two of us will usually burn up an entire more than one jar of OG Kush in 1 sitting together. This month he ordered our entire supply of Purple Haze, and I am looking forward to smoking some of it with him after work.