MI is a state of contrasts; My fantastic friend and I have enormous cities, fading industrial giants, quaint small towns, and huge patches of wilderness! 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 neighborhood 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 time getaway, when I was sent to Lowell to stay with my Uncle Mike. Mike was my Mom’s sibling, and didn’t agree with all the “end of the world” stuff my parents believed, he loved me, though, and 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, however eventually I was aged enough that I asked Uncle Mike if I could transport to Lowell and live with him. He agreed, on one condition – that I earn my keep by working for him in his current cannabis dispensary, but 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 transport to Lowell, but I had a task in a cannabis dispensary! The cannabis shop was so successful that I was abruptly able to earn enough currency to transport into my own site, an house near the heart of Lowell.