Ever since I moved into this city, I have kept to myself a great deal.
I am not an absolutely social man plus I care about to be at the lake home most of the time.
I go to lunch with friends absolutely infrequently to be honest. I have an anxiety disorder that causes a lot of trouble in social situations. I often even have trouble at work, which is why the doc prescribed medical marijuana to help with this problem. I do not share our normal personal business with anyone other than our dentist. My mom plus siblings do not suppose that I use medical marijuana plus neither do our friends. Unfortunately, now our best buddy knows that I use medical marijuana. I am sure the guy is telling all the random people in the city, but last weekend, I ordered medical marijuana supplies from a nearby dispensary in town. I decided to have the supplies delivered, because it was super windy plus raining outside. The medical marijuana treatment clinic assured me that the local driver’s automobile is not marked plus the delivery is absolutely discreet. That was 100% true, but unfortunately the driver went to the wrong address. He knocked on our neighbor’s front door that day instead of mine. I do not suppose what words were exchanged, but I am rather sure the driver told our buddy that he was there to supply cannabis products. When I saw that card leave our neighbor’s driveway plus come to our house, I had a sinking feeling in the pit of our stomach. I seriously did not want anyone to suppose our business.