As I sit here writing this epistle I have an empty glass jar sitting on the desk beside me.
- This is the worst time of the month – when the weed supply is gone.
I have to buy my stuff illegally, because this state is filled with religious, backwards hillbillies who still think of marijuana as “the devil’s lettuce.” I know I sound bitter, but that’s because I don’t have any weed to chill me out! It’s not that big a deal, I suppose, I just need to call Hank and hope that he has something on hand to sell me. This is the main reason I want cannabis to become legal, so that I can have easy access to a legit dispensary. I love Hank like a brother, but he is very slow to call me back when I run out of cannabis. I need to have a store that is open every day, so I can make a quick trip to the cannabis dispensary and not have to wait for several hours on a callback. Since I never have too much money at any given time, I always buy small amounts of cannabis. The main reason I rely on Hank is because he will sell me a few grams of marijuana at a time. Most cannabis dealers don’t like to sell anything less than an ounce at a time. Don’t get me wrong I would love to buy a whole ounce of cannabis but I can’t pull together that kind of cash! If a cannabis dispensary were to open, it would make my life so much easier.