There is a Cannabis Dispensary in every block.
When I was younger, I remember there being a church and a bar on every block in our area. The church may still be there, but some of the bars have been replaced by cannabis dispensaries. It is funny, because they replaced one thing for another. If you choose marijuana over alcohol, you have the choice, and vice versa. The only really good thing about so many cannabis dispensaries was that you had fewer marijuana dealers on the street corner. We recently had two new marijuana dispensaries put in the town that was near to us. My parents hated that I was using marijuana, even if it was legal in our state. If I was going to a different area where they didn’t know anyone, I was sure I could get away with buying it without them knowing. I don’t know why I feel guilty using marijuana, because I have my own apartment. I think it is because I respect their opinion, but even though I have respect for them, I still want to live my own life. If I want to go to a cannabis dispensary and purchase legal recreational marijuana, I should be able to do so without feeling guilty. My first thought was I should talk to my mom and dad and let them know I was using marijuana. I didn’t want them to be angry at me. I headed to the house and walked in. I laughed so hard I was crying. Sitting at the table was mom, and she was smoking a marijuana pre-rolled cigarette. She told me to not say a word to my dad. He would be angry.