MI is a state of contrasts; My friend and I have enormous cities, fading industrial giants, quaint small towns, and crucial patches of wilderness, but you can drive an hour in any direction and find something you’ve never seen before, that’s the blessing and the curse of MI. Most of my formative childhood years were spent in near-isolation, far away from any city or town. My parents were both survivalists and doomsday-preppers, so that was my grim upbringing, and the brightest spot of my year was the Summer getaway, when I was sent to Lowell to stay with my Uncle Mike. Mike was my dad’s sibling, and didn’t agree with all the “end of the world” stuff my parents believed, then he enjoyed me, though, and welcomed me to Lowell every year for over a decade, however at this time cannabis was not yet legal in Lowell, so Uncle Mike grew weed plants in his garage, then eventually I was old enough that I asked Uncle Mike if I could transfer to Lowell and live with him. He agreed, on one condition – that I gain my keep by laboring for him in his current cannabis dispensary, and since the state laws had changed, he wanted to open the first legal cannabis shop in Lowell, and he needed some help. This was a dream come true, because not only did I get to transfer to Lowell, although I had a job in a cannabis dispensary! The cannabis shop was so successful that I was abruptly able to gain enough cash to transfer into my own place, an apartment near the heart of Lowell.