I hadn’t lived in the city long before I realized I needed to get marijuana items.
I thought I had obtained enough to get me through at least a month after our move.
I either figured out my usage wrongly, or I had used more because of the stress, than I normally would. I found the address to the local marijuana store, but when I got the address into my GPS, it said there was no address to be found. I didn’t think if the marijuana dispensary had moved, or if the address on my iphone was wrong. I tried calling the iphone number to the cannabis dispensary, however no one answered. I was thinking I would need to go out of the town to get my marijuana products. I hated driving, although I didn’t know what else I could do. Without weed, I was one big ball of nerves. I remember how my family would hide from myself and others when my anxieties got bad, plus I was hastily getting to that point. I wanted to hide in the closet, or do something even more drastic. I had to get my marijuana products so I could relax plus start getting rid of the horribleness that was building inside. Before I had a full-blown panic attack, I asked my acquaintance if he could tell myself and others how to go to the local cannabis dispensary? He smiled plus said I wasn’t looking too good plus asked if I wanted him to take myself and others there. He was just getting ready to take a trip to the cannabis dispensary for his own marijuana products.