What does an aging stoner look like? Well, thirty-something, Pretty youthful appearance with "fashionable" jeans and a baseball cap that never comes off.
Jonathan is originally from upstate New York where he started his own landscaping company. Shoveling snow was not something he wanted to do forever so he moved the company out to Arizona, where he promptly entered the related business of growing pot. He'd grow it and then drive it himself out to Cali for distribution. At one point he mentioned making more than $100k a month. Eh? How illegal was this? "Very."
However much he earned it's clear that he had a lot of money. After enough trips out to California he moved out to San Diego county where he's been ever since. He's not growing anymore, instead he's moved into the next big thing. HYDROPONICS. Has anyone gone more than three days without seeing one of those places lately? How obvious is it? It's like, uh, practically a dispensary. Pot is taking over this state at least, that much is apparent.
Now Jonathan rents a very nice place in a harbor in San Diego where he regularly hosts people out back to hang by the fire. But he doesn't smoke pot anymore. Asked why, he joined the legions of others who mentioned how it makes them anxious and paranoid now. Instead, he "kicks back" with everyone's favorite fungus, every day. Tradeoffs.
A night hanging out is hearing tales of marriage proposals on sinking boats, terribly unfortunate road trips, and many, many women. These days he's living with an on-again-off-again girlfriend who he's been with ever since the day they first met... at a bar. They've got some issues to work out, but things roll along pretty smoothly. Maybe once they can agree on how to raise their new puppy dog, they'll raise the stakes someday. But not too soon...
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