Gathering all of my gear

I do not enjoy living along the Gulf Coast after the last many years of overly active hurricane seasons.

It seems love even our tropical storms are getting more intense with effects beyond easy wind speed. Because wind speed is the only factor in the Safford-Simpson grading scale, you could have a crazy storm with the air pressure plus storm surge potential of a type one hurricane, despite having a wind speed lower than a hurricane. It’s terrifying, plus the images you see on doppler radar get increasingly more scary each year when a current storm outpaces the ones from the year back. I moved down here to get away from the insanely freezing winters up north, but now I’m considering going back. The worst I distraught about up there was snow storms plus tornadoes, but the latter is a real occasion with all sorts of tropical cyclones, since they often create tornadoes when the storms make landfall. Can you imagine the evening mare of an unrelenting hurricane that is only made worse by the prospect of tornadoes happening at the exact same time and date? I thought of this occasion Last year with the hurricane that was nearly a direct hit to my neck of the woods. The eye of the storm made landfall only 50 miles south of our town. I have all of our marijuana growing plus cultivation unit stored in a shed in our backyard. I had to store it away after both of us moved into this current apartment that we’re renting. Regardless of the shed getting hurricane wind disfigure, all of our marijuana growing unit inside was thankfully unscathed. I put everything in big company garbage bags, so nothing got wet either.

Commercial grow op

I don’t understand why the politicians call marijuana a drug.

I can’t wait for the politicians to quit sitting on their hands and make marijuana legal.

The worst thing they could have done was to legalize marijuana just for medicinal purposes.

Medical marijuana has driven home the archaic idea that marijuana is a drug. Marijuana is a natural substance that has been growing wild for eons. How can something that is in nature be bad for you. It isn’t like it needs to be processed and have other things added to it so it can be ingested. You can use marijuana in food. Marijuana isn’t just for smoking, or even for being used in bowls. If marijuana can be used in its natural form and it was created in nature, how can it be a drug? They have said that it has some amazing medicinal properties. It can ease everything from nausea to pain, help with PTSD and panic attacks, and marijuana can even be used for people who have depression. This means marijuana is possibly one of the most sought after natural remedies for nearly everything that can ail you. Maybe that is why there is so much debate over legalizing marijuana. The government will be able to get a premium price for something that should be allowed to grow in the wild. They’ll make sure they know where and how it is grown and they’ll be the ones making a lot of money and no one will have marijuana unless the government knows who you are. I have been using marijuana for years and I don’t even feel the paranoia they say marijuana can cause. I think the government is just sticking its nose into too many places that it doesn’t belong.

cannabis dispensary events

I couldn’t believe we almost didn't have enough marijuana.

Every year, my friends and I head to the beach house my parents own.

They quit going to the beach house when the kids were all grown up.

I wanted to buy the beach house, but mom and dad said that wasn’t necessary. They just gave it to me. Now, my friends and I use it as a way to get away. We have girls’ weekends whenever the world is closing in on us. Last month, we decided it was time to have a weekend away. We packed up all the wine we could take, had about three ounces of OG Kush, and our clothing, then headed out. We planned on buying our food when we got there. We did use a little bit of the marijuana on our trip to the beach. We didn’t want to be high while driving, so we were really careful. Once we got there, it was a three-day weekend of partying and relaxing. I could have never believed that we would be able to use up three ounces of OG Kush in just a couple days. I will admit that our parties were a bit crazy when some of our regular friends showed up at the beach. We had one party where there must have been about thirty people in the beach house. I know that I wanted to party hard since I was getting married in two months. By the time we were heading home on Monday, we were scraping up even the dust of marijuana, so we could have just one more joint before heading home.

legal cannabis store

I’m working for a marijuana dispensary.

I never thought I would be a member of society, but here I am.

  • I am forty years old and just entering the world as an entrepreneur.

I never thought I would get here. I grew up to parents who were from the era of hippies. Mom and dad believed in making love not war, and we lived in a compound with other members of their ‘family’. I was helping them grow different strains of marijuana even before I was able to say the word. I found I had a natural ability to make things grow. Marijuana is a beautiful plant and I loved the smell that it gave off. Even before I knew what it was, I was able to differentiate the strains, just from their odor. I knew exactly what mom and dad had planted, from the time they burst through the ground. As I got older, I could taste the marijuana and tell mom and dad if it was good quality. We were growing small obscure batches that had such good quality, we were getting premium prices for its sale. Then the legalization of marijuana began. I was now growing marijuana for medical purposes. I am still growing the highest quality product and getting phenomenal compensation for it. People request my product. Is it any wonder that I am now working for a marijuana dispensary that I own. Who else can sell marijuana better than someone who not just grew up with it, but is a regular user and grower of the marijuana they are purchasing. I am loving being a part of corporate America.
medical marijuana regulations

I can’t believe we couldn’t find the marijuana.

My friends and I were heading out for a weekend at our favorite hunting cabin.

It wasn’t hunting season, but it seemed like a good weekend to get away from the world and relax. We had a long week at work and when I got the text, I was in. By the time the text got around, there were five of us all meeting up at the cabin. It was my turn to bring the marijuana, and I had about four ounces ready for travel. I had it stuffed in a peanut butter jar and inside a coffee can. I didn’t think anyone would find it, but why take a chance. One of the guys stopped to pick me up and we packed everything in the back seat. When the car started to sputter, we knew we had a problem. Our cabin was about a three hour trip and we were still an hour away. He laughed and said he had AAA, but that wasn’t solving the problem I was afraid we could have. I could smell the weed, and I was afraid that whoever came to tow us to the nearest garage, would also be able to smell the weed. We decided to move the weed from the car before the tow truck arrived. We saw a rock on the side of the road, and thought it would be a good road marker. We buried the marijuana next to the rock. Unfortunately, there were several rocks on that road that made good road markers. After searching for two hours, we gave up looking for the marijuana.

medical marijuana dispensary

Marijuana is how I begin my day.

I start my day out with a good breakfast and a big bowl of my favorite marijuana.

It seems that 2020 started out on a bad note and it just kept going downhill for me.

I now have no job and no prospects. I am sitting alone in my home since my girlfriend walked out on me for someone who had a job. I know I’m not alone in this, but that doesn’t make it any easier to handle. The only way I am able to get through this entire mess, is by being high most of the time. I wake up and have my weed, just so I can start the day. Throughout the day, I am able to smoke my marijuana and keep me moving. It is better to have some energy than to sit around depressed and do nothing but watch television. I’ve started doing some projects at home. I am doing some crafty things that friends think are really clever. When I don’t have someone to talk to, or my hands are idle, I find myself reaching for my marijuana. I even make edibles at home so I can have my marijuana even when I’m indulging in food. All I can say is that I hope this downward trend ends soon. I’m not sure how much more I can handle, nor can my friends. I just want to be able to walk up to someone and give them a hug. It would be nice to talk to someone without being six feet apart, or asking if they’ve tested negative lately. Until that day arrives, I’ll self medicate with marijuana and claim PTSD when it is over.

cannabis knowledge

What was I supposed to say to him?

He said that he knew marijuana was legal now

When I was a teenager, I started smoking weed. Everyone was doing it back then, and I never got caught. I had a suspicion my parents knew I was using weed, but they didn’t say too much. At least I wasn’t using heroin or meth. Now, I am the parent. I still use marijuana to help me relax at times, but I don’t do it in front of my family. I sit at the old picnic table in the backyard that is far away from my kids rooms. Last week, I got home from work and I heard my son in the backyard. I headed back to see why he was up so late. There he sat with a marijuana cigarette in his mouth and three of his buddies. They were loud and obnoxious until they saw me standing there. I told the kids to get into my car and I drove all three boys to their homes, watching until they got into the homes. My son asked me if I was going to call their parents, but I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t know what I was going to do with him, so how was I supposed to know what was going to happen with them. I asked him how long he had been smoking marijuana and he rolled his eyes. We sat down at the picnic table and we started to talk. I asked him if he was ready to ruin his life, since he was only sixteen. He said that he knew marijuana was legal now. I reminded him that so was alcohol and cigarettes. They also had stiff penalties if you used them when you were underage.

medical cannabis

It all wound up in the trash.

My friends and I have always been the type that will hop in the car, share a fat marijuana cigarette and just drive around.

I’m not saying that’s the safest thing to do, but it is what we do.

The only time we have given second thought to this action was when we almost got caught by the cops. We were driving down this one street, when a cop pulled out behind us. No matter what turn we took, the police were hanging back there. We put out the marijuana and hid the remainder underneath all the junk on the floor. After ten minutes, the police were still following behind us. I was beginning to panic and wonder what was going to happen if we got caught with the bag of marijuana in the car. As soon as we were out of sight, we pulled into a parking lot. We drove to the first trash can we could find and dumped our marijuana. The relief that went through me was audible as I let out a low long whistle. My buddies were also breathing a sigh of relief as the police drove right past the parking lot. We drove around for a little while before returning to the parking lot. We were hoping we would be able to retrieve our marijuana stash. As soon as we got near the trash can, we saw a man walking away with a bag in his hands. Other than committing a crime, we had to walk away without our marijuana. I figured it was better to give away the small amount of weed we had left, than go to jail.

 

legal cbd store

You can never be too careful.

I think we have all had some kind of encounter with the police that makes us shudder.

My experience came when I had just got my license.

I had three friends in the car with me, and I was pulled over. I knew I was probably driving too fast, and my friends were horsing around. I am thinking now, that the cop may have just been trying to warn us about how our actions were making us appear. He pulled us all out of my car, and he made us go through sobriety tests. That encounter was enough to make me have a healthy respect for following driving laws. I am always very careful with how I drive. Now that I am a user of medical marijuana, I am a bit paranoid about picking up my marijuana and taking it home. I worry that if I do something when I still have the medical marijuana in the car, that I am going to get pulled over and arrested. I have a medical marijuana card, but the police may not even care about that. Some police have become quite adamant about any type of infraction, even if you have the legal paperwork to refute it. I drive so carefully that people must think I am actually trying to avoid being seen. I just don’t want to get in trouble for transporting my marijuana. After my last experience with a traffic stop, I will do anything to avoid a stop when I have marijuana in the car. I just want to always be careful

 

medical uses for marijuana

Mom is the coolest person I know.

He was obviously stoned, but he knew my mom

Many of the kids I know, have parents that act like they were never teenagers. My mom remembers what it was like being a teenager. She will sit down and talk to me like I am a person and not just a kid. Last week, I wanted to know what the 420 celebration is all about. She laughed and told me that if I really wanted to go, she would take me, but it had to be just she and I. We headed out that weekend and it was like walking into a street fair. There were food stands, and everything had a feel of a carnival. One man was handing out ‘samples’, which mom waved away with a smile. She said I was too young to sample what they were offering. She said that most of the food was probably laced with marijuana since 420 was a celebration of marijuana smokers. Mom was so cool about this whole thing, but she did continue to reiterate that just like alcohol consumption, you need to be old enough to understand your limitations. You didn’t go from never using marijuana to trying to best a seasoned marijuana smoker. I couldn’t understand how mom knew so much about weed and the 420 celebration. Then, a man walked up to her and gave her a hug. He was obviously stoned, but he knew my mom. She was quick to tell him I was her daughter and he smiled. He was surprised I was with her, but he said kids need to learn responsibility from their parents. Apparently mom knew exactly what she was talking about when it came to marijuana.

medical uses for marijuana