“Yeah,” agreed the older boy. They quickly finished off the joint. “Where’d you get it?”“Jake. He says it’s BC Bud, you know, from Canad...a.”Jeremy shrugged. Canadian bud was supposed to be the best, but it cost a fortune his brother didn’t have. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just some local shit grown in the swamp. I mean, it’s just a weed, you know.”“Yeah?” asked Rusty.“Yeah, it grows everywhere, just like dandelions and crabgrass, man. It’s a fucking weed!” Rusty nodded in understanding. His older. I can't think of a fairer way to approach this problem.They voted for change, so I gave it to them.I'll see the rest of you at the annual company picnic!HOT COFFEE and PRIME MINISTERSI was eating breakfast with my teenaged Granddaughter and I asked her,What special day is it in Canada tomorrow?".Without skipping a beat she said, "It's Prime Minister Day!".She's smart, so I asked her "What does Prime Minister Day mean?".I was waiting for something about the Trudeaus or Harper etc.She replied,. I just can’t believe you’re not a boy. But I guess enough of you is a boy for me to like it.”The comparison made Maddi wince. Although she often felt conflicted about her gender identity, it added frustration to the deal. It was difficult enough to find her own way in the world, let alone with the unwavering demands of society. Her motivation to populate the world with futas was clear— to make it a more sustainable place for Maddi, her sister, and their kind.‘One day.’ Maddi thought as she shut. Boarding the train with magazine in hand I sat back and enjoyed the thought of a free day to do whatever I want.The journey to Manchester went smoothly apart from the usual looks from guys trying to get a peek up my skirt while I read my mag,boys will be boys so nothing unusual in that, in fact its quite flattering that they want to look,between you and me I get a kick from watching them, does that make me a naughty girl then Ha Ha.Anyway the shopping was really good in Manchester I treated.