One of the guys on my delivery route is named Gus.
Gus is about ninety years old, and if I had to guess, the guy is the heaviest smoker I’ve ever seen in my life. And 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. We will often get to talking and drinking, and time gets away from me. Gus smokes about two hundred bucks worth of cannabis every week, sometimes more! I consider myself to be a pretty intense cannabis user, borderlining on being a cannabis abuser, but old Gus makes me feel like a newb. He smoked marijuana like most people smoke cigarettes, meaning that while he smokes one joint he is already rolling up the next joint. He always keeps a spare marijuana cigarette behind his ear, and is very generous with offering that to people. Old Gus used to run with a group of moonshiners, and while they brewed illegal liquor in the mountains, he grew illegal cannabis alongside them. Share and share alike, those boys seemed to have some good times making and distributing the whiskey and marijuana. Gus loves telling me stories about the old days, and we will usually burn up an entire eight of OG Kush in one sit-down together. This week he ordered our entire supply of Purple Haze, and I am looking forward to smoking some of it with him.