There are plenty of these folks in the cannabis world, some of whom I count as friends. The skipper chuckled at my naivete, and gave me a Cliff’s Notes version of the Second Amendment — the beginning of my education in American distrust. He didn’t trust the federal government, he said, and he felt the need to keep a gun to protect himself. Even the cops didn’t carry guns in the town I grew up in (they were authorized to begin carrying handguns in 1998). Sometimes, you can punch with plant medicine, and knock things out.
When I moved to the U.S. years ago, my first job was as a deckhand on a fishing boat in Alaska. I had to figure a lot of things out fast: how to drive a stick shift, run a crane, sort fish, steer a massive motor vessel. I also had to adjust to American culture, which felt both familiar from a million hours of watching ‘80s sitcoms, and totally foreign at the same time.
I was surprised to learn that my skipper, who was a cool progressive type, was a handgun owner. This was an absolutely alien concept to me. Even the cops didn’t carry guns in the town I grew up in (they were authorized to begin carrying handguns in 1998). Even more surprising to me...
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