People are surprised that I smoke so much cannabis, because I am so grumpy.
They assume that due to my ill demeanor I must be stone-cold sober.
The truth is much more dark. Nothing makes me feel more relaxed than smoking weed, so I tend to smoke it anytime I need to interact with other people. The fact that I still seem so dour, even when stoned, surely gives you an idea of what a jerk I am the rest of the time. I am a grumpy old man, and truthfully I like it this way. I do enjoy smoking some cannabis with my friend Earl and having a few laughs, but the rest of the time I wear a frown. I’m actually not a mean person, with or without cannabis in my system, I just seem that way. I’m over 60 years old, and just listening to a Gen-Z person talk gives me a headache, so I rely on cannabis more than ever to keep me chill. Even after the cannabis I cannot bring myself to wear a fake smile. Earl is the one guy who gets me. He is also my cannabis dealer, because I refuse to go back to the local dispensary. I went to the cannabis dispensary once, and was shocked and outraged at their prices. The budtenders explained the high-tech science behind their cannabis strains, and why they needed to charge so much money. I remember when a gallon of gas was a dollar, so the mere idea of paying eight hundred bucks for an ounce of cannabis was outrageous!