My brother died in a car accident when he was 17 years old.
He was partying with some friends on the weekend and everyone was drinking.
My brother wasn’t the person driving the car, but he was still killed in the crash. My parents mourned the loss of my brother for 10 years before they finally decided to see a therapist. I had a lot of trouble when my brother was killed. We were very close and I spiraled into depression after the accident. I started drinking all of the time and I finally got arrested for a DUI. I had to spend 30 days in the county lockup, because it wasn’t my first time getting into trouble with the law. While I was in jail, I talked with a therapist about medical marijuana. The doctor suggested medical marijuana might be able to help with my mental problems. After I left the jail I went to a medical cannabis doctor and became certified to use the plant for medicinal reasons. There are three different medical cannabis shops in the area. I regularly visit two of the three, but I went to the third location a few days ago with one of my friends. When I walked into the front door, I had to give my license to the guy at the front desk. I only looked up for a second and I almost fainted when I saw the guy sitting behind the desk. He looked exactly like my dead brother. I couldn’t stop staring at the guy after that. I must have looked like a stalker, but the resemblance was strange and bizarre.