It was raining really hard last Friday, and I didn’t want to leave the house to run errands. I ordered a bunch of groceries from the Supercenter and I contacted instacart to have someone deliver the groceries to my house. I was out of recreational marijuana supplies as well. I looked online to find the best deals close to my home. I usually go to the dispensary near the airport, but they don’t deliver to my address and I didn’t want to go out. I found a dispensary close to my apartment with great deals on all dried marijuana flower products. Since it was raining and gloomy outside, I decided to purchase a top shelf dried marijuana flower product. The super silver haze sativa strain was $55 for an eight. That’s twice as much money as I would normally spend on marijuana, but the picture of the bud looked too good to pass up. I also purchased 2 grams of cannabis concentrate. The delivery driver left the store around 6 p.m. At half past the hour, I received a telephone call from the delivery driver. He was stuck in the mud about a mile away from my home. He was going to be a while longer, because he had to call a tow truck to get the car out of the mud. Even though I wasn’t particularly happy about waiting longer, I was glad it wasn’t me in a ditch on the side of the road. After all, that’s the entire reason why I didn’t want to go out while it was raining.
A few months ago, I started to notice some problems with my car.
It was making a strange sound every time I went faster than 55 mph.
I thought about taking my car to the dealership for a tune-up. I never got a chance. The car broke down about a week after I noticed the first strange sound. I had to figure out a way to fix the car. My mom and dad offered to give me a loan, but it was going to cost a lot of money to fix the old car. It seemed like a better idea to buy something new. My mom and dad loaned me $1,000 to fix the car, but I used it for a down payment on a new car instead. I traded in my old clunker along with the $1,000 so I could get a new Toyota. The new car payments are $300 every month. I had to find a part-time job to help with the car payment as well as the money that I owed my mom and Dad. One of my friends works at a marijuana dispensary. The guy offered to get me a part-time job at night and on the weekends. I had to pass a background check, but I didn’t have to interview with the manager. Since I was friends with one of the employees, I didn’t have to jump through a lot of hoops to get the job. I work on Wednesdays, Friday’s, and Saturdays at night. I get a discount on all of my recreational marijuana supplies. I’ve been working at the dispensary for the past six weeks and I’ve already paid my mom and dad back for the loan.
Not every state in the union allows medical marijuana use, but I live in a state with legal laws.
There are only a handful of states close to my home that have the same laws, but my parents do not live in one of these states.
Everytime my wife na dI travel to that state, we worry about getting into trouble for carrying marijuana across state lines. The laws are a bit fuzzy, and they can throw you into jail if you get the wrong cop or judge. When my wife and I travel across state lines, we try to plan ahead. First, we have to make sure that we have enough marijuana for the time we will be gone from home. If we run out, there will be no places to refill. Running out of medicine is never a good thing. Second, we seal all of our medication into a container that doesn’t have any smell. After that, we vacuum seal that package. We only remove a small amount of marijuana each time we smoke and the rest stays sealed up. If we do get pulled over for a traffic violation, the officer won’t be able to smell weed in the car. We never smoke in the car. If we want to get high during our drive, we pull over to the side of the road or a rest area and get out of the car. Even if we stand next to the vehicle, it still keeps the odor of weed out of our car and that doesn’t give the cops any reason to search our car.
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It costs a lot of money to grow, cultivate, and harvest marijuana.
It’s a billion dollar a year industry.
My family has been farming for the past 100 years. My dad and his dad started growing marijuana on the farm. It wasn’t legal back then, so they kept it for personal use and never grew more than they could smoke and sell to close friends. After some time, the laws changed and my dad was forced to make some serious decisions about the farm. He had to quit farming marijuana or find a way to make it a legal business. I was helpful in that department. I went to college for marketing and advertising. I helped my dad complete all of the paperwork necessary to apply for the permits. After that, we talked to a couple of lawyers. It took 16 months before the government finally signed off on the farm, but now my dad grows medical and recreational amrijuana for a number of pot dispensaries in the region. My dad has two particular strains that he is well known for cultivating. One of a cross breed of gorilla glue and lemon haze. The other strain is a sativa dominant strain made from blue dream and forbidden fruit. Both strains are equally tasty and smell great when they are blooming and budding. Now that my dad is doing everything legally, he is proud of the farm and brags about the profits from growing weed. He tells everyone that he was the first person to grow pot in this region, but I don’t know if that’s true or not.
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I thought about leaving the Edibles in the fridge and watching the room carefully, but I decided to get rid of everything and the refrigerator.
On Monday, I decided to clean the refrigerator in the break room. It was totally disgusting and covered in a disgusting mess of food crud. There was syrup on the side of the refrigerator in a puddle of red liquid on the bottom. There were half a dozen jars of olives and pickles in the door as well as 15 different types of condiments. There were two different takeout containers with mold and a carton of milk that was funky. When I cleaned out the refrigerator, I found a very strange package. It was a package of cannabis edibles from a dispensary. The cannabis edibles we’re in a small bag and they were tucked into the back corner of the refrigerator. It was impossible to tell how long the cannabis edibles had been in the fridge, but they weren’t covered with mold. The cannabis edible bag was half eaten and there were only five items left in the bag of 10. Somebody at work is definitely getting high, but I have no idea which one of my co-workers is responsible. I thought about leaving the Edibles in the fridge and watching the room carefully, but I decided to get rid of everything and the refrigerator. If someone starts asking questions, then they are probably the guilty party. I honestly can’t believe that someone is using drugs at work. We handle multi-million dollar sales and contracts and somebody is getting high on the job. If my boss finds out, she will drug test everyone in the building and I’ve been using a lot of speed lately.
The cannabis dispensary about 2 miles from my apartment started a delivery service a few months ago.
At first the delivery service charged a fee, but now it is absolutely free to use the service.
As long as you spend more than $50, you can have the items delivered directly to your front door. The dispensary only takes cash, so you have to plan ahead of time. The delivery service and cannabis dispensary close to my apartment doesn’t start delivering until after 5 p.m. That’s never been a problem for me, because I don’t get home from work until 6. Last week I was home all week due to an injury that occurred on the job. I fell off a ladder and I was incapacitated. I ran out of medical cannabis early on Tuesday morning and I could not drive to the dispensary to pick up more. I called the medical cannabis dispensary and asked them to make an exception, but they didn’t even have a driver available until 5 PM. I sat in my apartment with a lot of pain in my back and my leg and I didn’t have anything to help with the pain. I opted not to get any of the prescription pain pills, because I knew I would have cannabis and that helps with pain relief. Of course, when I ran out of cannabis, I wished I had made a different decision. I had to wait until my roommate came home at three and then I begged the guy to help me out and go to the pot shop.
Most people categorize blue dream as a hybrid, but I think it is a sativa. It makes me feel energetic, creative, and ready for new challenges. That’s exactly what you want from a great sativa cannabis strain. I’ve tried a lot of different sativa strains like Super Silver Haze, strawberry sauce, and jack herer, but blue dream is my favorite. It tastes a lot like berries. Sometimes it tastes like grapes when it is grown near vineyards. On mornings when I can’t wake up, I smoke a bowl of blue dream. On mornings when my friends and I are going to hike or kayak, I smoke a bowl of blue dream. Kayaking is probably one of my favorite ways to spend the day, especially if it’s sunny and warm. I don’t want 100 degrees and humidity, but a warm day in the 80’s is perfect. When my college roommate Jack came to visit last month, we went kayaking down the river on a 19 mile ride. Before we left, Jack and I went to the dispensary and picked up a blue dream cartridge for my vape pen. I would have preferred to smoke a bowl, but it would have been impossible to light a bowl on the water. We kept the vape pen safe while we were on the water. I had it tucked into my shirt. We stopped a couple of times on the side of the river so we could hit the pen. It was a great addition to our day of fun. I had a great time while Jack was visiting.
I’m not 100% sure, but I think one of my kids has a fake ID.
A couple of months ago, I found a bottle of vodka in Jack’s bedroom.
It was a small bottle and it was unopened. I didn’t say anything about the bottle and Jack never asked why the vodka disappeared. For a second, I thought maybe someone else left the bottle in his room. Then last week, I found a bag of recreational cannabis in his room. Recreational cannabis is legal in this state, but you have to be 21 years old to purchase the supplies. Even medical cannabis is 18 years old, and Jack is only 17. The cannabis dispensary product had a label and it was from one of the local shops. I searched around the room while Jack was at school. I found a couple of items from cannabi shops and one of them had a receipt in the bag. The purchase had a name that was the same as something else I saw earlier. There was a receipt for a guy named Jacque Martin and my son’s name is Jack Martinez. I confronted my son with the information and he denied knowing anything at all about the cannabis, the vodka or the strange name. Eventually Jack is going to make a mistake and I’m going to figure out what’s been going on. Until then, I continue to watch with vigilance and caution. It’s times like these when I wish my husband was more involved. He only sees our son twice a year and Jack could really use some male guidance.
He gave me a really nice tip.
Friday and Saturday nights are always busy at the downtown dispensary location. I work at the downtown location, because the weekend delivery tips are insane. It’s a 45 minute drive from my house, but the tips make it worthwhile. During the week, I work at the cannabis dispensary location closest to my home. Last month, I was working on Friday and I got a delivery way out by the beach. It was really at the limit of our zone and I was surprised the manager let the address slide. It was a pretty big order with lots of different cannabis supplies, so I figured that’s why she didn’t cancel the order. The customer ordered 8 grams of concentrate, an ounce of blue dream marijuana, and some edibles. The total for the order was over $500. I felt a little nervous leaving the store with such a large order, until I looked up the address in my GPS. The address immediately came up in the google search for a famous retired football player. The name on the ticket matched the name on the house. I honestly don’t watch football or baseball, so I didn’t know anything about the guy. He gave me a really nice tip. When I told my coworkers about the delivery, they nearly went berserk. They wanted to know if I got his autograph and asked me to describe the house. It was the only time in my life that I wishedI knew more about sports, instead of chess and video games. It would have been really cool to get him to autograph the weed bag!
I can handle a lot of THC.
I’ve been smoking marijuana since I was 17 years old.
I’ve been using medical and recreational marijuana legally for ten years. Most of the products that I use are high THC products like cannabis concentrate. Cannabis concentrates are ultra potent and have THC percentages around 70% or higher. I prefer live resin products that are made directly from the live harvested plant. As soon as the plant is harvested, the live resin is extracted directly from the Cannabis sativa plant. Some of the best live resin products are extracted using methods that do not include chemicals. These live resin cannabis products can be quite expensive. A couple of weeks ago I was at the dispensary and one of the budtenders suggested a new cannabis concentrate. The live resin product was an Indica strain called papaya. The cannabis concentrate had a bright orange color and it was a thick liquid consistency. I decided to buy the Indica cannabis concentrate. I tried it the first night I had it at home. The first dab of the concentrate hit me right between the eyes. I felt my head spin and my body relax. I took two or three more hits from the vape and then I sat back and closed my eyes. I started to feel extremely tired. The Indica made me sleepy and I had to go to bed a couple hours earlier than usual. I’ll definitely keep that cannabis concentrate for times when I’ve had a rough day at work and I really need to unwind and relax.
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