I never intended to write a blog post about growing weed because I don’t know much about it besides the grower needing weed seeds, natural light or lighting, and proper nutrients. Then a conversation with my mother helped me realize something. I may not have weed growing experience but I do have experience with people who grow weed.
So my mom gave me permission to tell my story. Before you start thinking it’s going to be exciting or dark or anything remarkable, think again. It’s just a perspective of a kid born in 1967 to a weed-friendly family.
Ever since I can remember, marijuana has been a part of my life. My parents smoked weed, their friends smoked weed, and I had a particularly groovy uncle Mark that excelled at smoking the weed. I was very curious about all of it as a small child because I noticed that all of the grown-ups were really fun every time they were hanging out imbibing the reefer.
In addition to the memories of happy stoned adults, there are also a lot of memories of my parents telling me that I can never tell anyone about it. My mom used to explain to me that there’s nothing wrong with what they were doing, but that’s not how the law sees it. She would follow up by telling me that they could get into a lot of trouble. That’s some heavy shit for a five-year-old to be walking around with, but that’s the load you carried if you were the kid of marijuana users or growers in the 1970s.
By the time my uncle died when I was eleven years old, it seemed totally natural that my parents would spread his ashes over some healthy marijuana plants on the side of a hill in East San Diego County. That harvest was called Marko Senso and I’m still not sure how I feel about people smoking my uncle Mark, but I’m sure he would have found the humor in it. Marko Senso was the first time I saw a marijuana plant. I remember thinking it resembled my uncle; tall, lanky, and strong. In retrospect, I’m thinking they must have been Sativa plants.
It would have blown my uncle Mark’s mind to know that it’s legal to grow 6 plants in California now and that you can order seeds online with names like:
L S D
The legalization of marijuana means more to society than the obvious positive effect it’s going to have on the economy. It has implications that are far reaching and often overlooked.
Mine will be the last generation that has to carry their parent’s secret. The last generation that lives in fear of the police taking their parents away because they use, grow, or sell marijuana. The last generation to watch the hypocrisy of a system that legalizes alcohol and tobacco but throws people in prison for using weed.