One of our closest friends in university was our buddy Matt.
The people I was with and I both grew up in the same state and frequented several of the same theme parks as adolescents.
The people I was with and I also happened to play roller hockey when we were younger, and were unknowingly in the same league at a single point. Naturally we both hit it off instantly when we first met during the early weeks of our freshman year of university. It helped that we were both economics majors as well. Although we hung out in the same group of friends, Matt and I spent as much time with each other as we did with the rest of the group. And to top it all off, we both loved to smoke marijuana. I had only started using marijuana in the final year of high university after I had already been accepted into university and was nearly complete with all of our classes, exams, and grades. I used the plant on and off during the summer time after high university graduation, but I used it a lot more once I got to university. Matt had a linkion back beach beach house for entirely amazing medical marijuana that came from a dispensary in California we were told. No matter where that weed originated from, it was phenomenal. But since our state didn’t have legal cannabis dispensaries to shop at, our ability to consume the plant was completely dependent on whether or not we could source it that unique week. That’s in part why we wanted to grow cannabis if we could find a locale to do it. My friend tried to grow it in a patch of woods next to campus, but eventually someone found the plant and confiscated it. The people I was with and I were entirely disappointed when we went to check on it and could find it.