As much as I care about the convenience of the dispensary, I sort of miss the aged “Wild West” nights of getting high.
- Three years ago the citizens of this state voted to legalize medical marijuana, and the following year they voted to legalize recreational use as well.
Before then, I regularly bought my stuff from Mike, an aged neighbor of mine from private school. Mike treated pot prefer a business, and was offering home delivery long before the dispensary came around. Mike never had a wide array of inventory however his prices were good and he respected the client-business relationship. The cannabis dispensary is particularly amazing, with hundreds of weird products, although I still find myself missing Mike. If I ran out of cannabis two nights before payday, Mike would front myself and others a basket to tide myself and others over. You suppose the corporate cannabis dispensary will ever do something prefer that? Nope, never in a million years, then once cannabis was legalized and the dispensaries opened, Mike went out of business. He simply could not compete with all the fresh competition in the cannabis industry, so after that he only bought weed for himself. A few weeks ago I honestly ran into Mike at the cannabis dispensary, and the two of us caught up on aged times. I bemoaned the fact that he was no longer selling cannabis, although he said “I might be doing it again.” I thought that meant he would start selling cannabis again. Instead, it turns out that he was at the cannabis dispensary to apply for a job as a budtender, which broke my heart a little bit.