I had lived in this city for the entirety of my life.
I was only twenty-five, but I knew a lot about the city.
I wasn’t one of those dudes that lived within two square city blocks. I drove a taxi for three years, which got me all over the place. I hated the traffic, so I changed my mind and started looking into other professions. After another two years, I knew it was time to get a job. I couldn’t find anything other than driving, because I had no experience at anything. When the marijuana dispensary opened in our area, I wanted to go there and apply for a job. The only thing I knew anything about was driving. I was lucky I knew how to drive, and I had a good driving record. We talked about my abilities, and after doing my background checks, he offered me a job. I had to go through a lot of online videos to learn about the marijuana dispensary and the laws that surround it. I needed to make sure I checked IDs to make sure people were old enough to purchase medical and/or recreational marijuana. By the time I got to be a marijuana delivery driver, I felt like I was qualified to do almost any job in the marijuana dispensary. Two days ago I got my first marijuana delivery. I looked at the address, and it wasn’t in any part of the city I had ever been to. I was already nearing a full-blown panic attack when I remembered I had GPS on my phone. I may have been lost for my first marijuana delivery, but I was still right on time to make the delivery.