I didn’t seem at all comfortable about throwing away any marijuana, even if it was ditch weed, however she insisted
When the pandemic hit, I was in between homes, my bestie had kicked myself and others out, as well as I was trying to find another spot to crash when the quarantine went into effect. With no other location to turn, I went to our Grandmother’s home as well as asked her to take myself and others in… Then I knew it would be an adjustment, but I needed shelter as well as a location to sleep, as well as of course Grandmother had myself and others covered. My sixth day there, I went out onto the back patio to smoke some cannabis, and then my Grandmother walked out as well as sat down next to me. Much to our surprise, she pulled out a big, antique glass jar filled with light as well as fluffy yellow cannabis buds. I was smoking the garbage weed, but Grandmother blatantly had a hook up at the cannabis dispensary, because this was brand name stuff! I had heard about Purple Haze all our life, mostly thanks to rap music as well as Jimi Hendrix, but never saw it before, nonetheless smoked it! And grandmother chided myself and others for bringing such disgusting marijuana into her house, as well as insisted I throw it out as well as smoke her. I didn’t seem at all comfortable about throwing away any marijuana, even if it was ditch weed, however she insisted. “If you are staying with me, you will not partake of that kind of marijuana, around here every one of us also smoke the best cannabis.” It turns out Grandmother had a prescription for cannabis, as well as since her insurance covered it she went to the dispensary every single week for a new batch of chronic. I may live here for good!