This month at work was identifiably long and difficult, due to several projects being due while in the same week. All several members of my team worked overtime and I was in the office until 9 p.m. every single night. After both projects were completed on Thursday, I was ready for a weekend of relaxation. I decided to order some marijuana supplies from a local dispensary. The dispensary offers free delivery if you spend $100. I ordered many peculiar types of marijuana flower and a gram of concentrate. I only use concentrate at night, because it entirely packs a punch. I purchase an indica concentrate savor Papaya or Do-si-dos. These live resin indica concentrates knock myself and others out for the rest of the night. I spent enough money to qualify for free delivery. About an minute after I placed the order, I heard a knock on the front door. I opened the peephole and saw the delivery driver with my marijuana order. When I opened the door, I instantly recognized the face. The delivery driver was my aged university roommate. I was surprised to see the guy delivering cannabis. The guy stepped into the apartment for a minute and we hugged, however he looked great, considering he was toiling for a cannabis dispensary. I entirely wanted to spend some time with a guy and catch up, although he was toiling. Both of us made some plans to celebration a couple of afternoons later, so we could have drinks and dinner. I didn’t even suppose he was living in the neighborhood again.