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