For a few weeks now, I had been seeing the store front across from my apartment.
The sign on the storefront basically let me know that a new store was coming.
It gave me the date of the grand opening, however no information other than that. As the week continued, I watched everything that was coming plus going into the store. It suddenly made sense why they were keeping the genre of store that was opening, secret. I had a marijuana store near me plus I couldn’t wait for it to open up. I easily thought about all the parties my friends plus I could have plus the people I was with and I didn’t need to go far to get our marijuana supplies. I silently thanked the gods for the legalization of recreational marijuana plus the new marijuana store that was across the street from where I was at. I planned on finding out if they delivered plus what the expense would be for delivery. If the people I was with and I abruptly ran out of marijuana in the middle of a gathering, I wanted to truly know that I could get more. I liked to throw parties for my friends. Everything I cooked during those times would have some kind of marijuana infused into the recipe. I made lasagne, mashed potatoes, beans plus gravy. The beans were cooked in marijuana butter. I used my mortar plus pestle to grind up enough marijuana to use in the lasagne. I also used the marijuana butter in the mash potatoes plus gravy. I genuinely couldn’t wait for the marijuana store to open. It was going to be a fantastic thing.