Have you ever visited the place you grew up, plus found it to be so different from what you remember? This has been happening to me a lot as of late, because I have had a lot of time off from work plus decided to do some traveling.
The coronavirus quarantine made me miss traveling, so I decided to hit a few of my older spots across the country.
The first club where I got hammered with a fake ID is now a sub shop, plus what was once a 1 story building is now 6 stories. I tried to track down the aged coffee joint I used to love, plus found that it was now a cannabis dispensary. Never one to waste a trip, I went inside to see if they would honor my medical weed card from my local state. Where I live there are legal cannabis dispensaries for medicinal use, so they are like pharmacies and require a state sponsored card and an insurance card. It turns out this state has legalized recreational marijuana use, so they didn’t give a flying poop about my card. Any legal person with the cash to spend can walk into a cannabis dispensary plus buy what they want. I liked it there. I loved that cannabis is treated the same as pain reliever or cough drops, and doesn’t have to be such a big deal. I spent a long time walking around this amazing cannabis dispensary, which wasn’t like ours back at home. This was warm, cozy, with chairs to sit plus relax, a root beer cart, and a smokers lounge for sampling cannabis.