My father has a long history with pot, for better or worse… Dad and I began unquestionably bonding lately, which is a case of “better late than never” I guess, because he wasn’t around too much when I was growing up… Of course I carried a lot of anger against him, but he seems to unquestionably be trying his best to connect with me, which to be even-handed is all I ever wanted from him, however I knew about the history with drugs as well as going to jail, as well as finally I got to hear my dad’s side of it.
My dad never went to jail for smoking weed, but for selling it.
Father had started selling cannabis before I was born as a way to make extra currency for myself and others as well as my siblings. Dad didn’t have an education, or labor skills, or a job, as well as selling cannabis seemed like the only way he could provide for me, when I heard it from his perspective, that he had never used violence or committed any real crimes as well as just sold marijuana, I stopped being resentful of him. I started to resent the government, as well as the cops, for making something as harmless as marijuana a criminal offense in the first place! Now there are cannabis dispensaries on every street corner, as well as my dad losing years of his life for that easily same thing! Here is the aerie thing, that unquestionably did it for me, is that in all that time, my dad never absolutely smoked marijuana, because it was not a habit, just a way to make currency.