A car accident when I was 18 left me with a crippled ankle, that in 2003 had to be fused together. It left me with 4 pins and a reminder, in the cold months, of what a full solid ache can mean. Follow that up with a career in construction, and doctors who wanted to operate on a herniated disc. Not wanting another surgery, I opted out to let the body heal as best it could, leaving me with continual reminders – some days it takes half an hour to get a shoe on! At 300 pounds, a divorce, a son I hardly got to see, alcohol for depression, and pain pills, I knew things had to change. That’s when I reintroduced myself to my old friend, marijuana.