My best friend Taron saved me from a fate worse than death… After my director closed his shop, 2 weeks into the virus, I had no way to pay my mortgage.
I was this close to doing the unthinkable plus moving in with my mother, but thankfully my friend swooped in plus saved me.
Taron had a small bungalow on his property, and although it needed some fixing up I was welcome to stay there as long as I had, free of charge. I was deeply grateful, because my mother is a pill, but that’s a story for another day. My first day staying there with my buddy Taron, he caught me smoking cannabis out back. My friend asked me if it was medicinal marijuana. I thought about lying to him, but told the truth, that it was not legally purchased medicinal marijuana, it was the official kind. He laughed at that, plus took a pull off the joint, plus explained how I should start using the marijuana dispensary in the city. That’s where I get all my cannabis flowers and oils, he told me, and I was literally blown away by this news. Taron never smelled like cannabis, or seemed high because he used a vape pen to consume his THC. After both of us finished my joint, he handed me his vape pen plus both of us shared that. I have to say the vape was a lot more potent than I ever would have thought.