I don't know people to buy it off. I've been having to grow it myself in recent years - in a grow-tent, inside the house (of course), with the attendant fire-risk.
A few decades ago, there wasn't such a fuss about it: I grew it FOR FUN in my parents' back garden. I didn't NEED to grow it. Indeed, perhaps JUST BECAUSE it's illegal, it's easy to buy when you're a teenager.
But it's not so easy if you don't hang around in pubs, and the like.
Happily, I've got some sensible, hard-working gents coming to do some building-work next week. These are the kind who wouldn't dream of spending hours hunched over a screen, tapping out messages about diabetes and marijuana. (The boss has type 2.)
But I know their kind. (My late father was a joiner.) And true to form, I've already established that one of them - a roofer - likes a smoke (ie. he smokes cannabis) just as much as a drink. And "one of his lads" also smokes, and I'll be able to purchase some from him.
Any amount of legislation would make no difference. There will always be these sensible, hard-working men and women who smoke cannabis. And they will carry on smoking it regardless of what anyone else says.
Well, they won't be entirely regardless. They will snort, and perhaps they'll laugh, and then they'll skin up. (Nb. To 'skin up' means to 'roll a joint'; cigarette papers are sometimes called 'skins'.)
I'm not one of those sensible, hard-working people myself. (There couldn't possibly be any sensible, hard-working people making seemingly endless contributions to this web-site; my sensible 92-year-old mother, for whom I'm a carer, is getting fed up with the amount of time I've recently been spending here myself.) But I believe I recognise them for what they are.