A bunch of my friends were talking about all the weed they bought at the weed dispensary.
I thought they were telling stories. To be honest, I knew they were telling stories, hoping to make themselves sound like bigshots. They were actually making themselves sound like idiots. Everyone knew that the weed dispensary in town, only sold legal weed. The legal marijuana was the same as saying it was legal medical marijuana. Unless they were stealing the stuff, there was no way they were purchasing weed from that weed dispensary. I had gone there with my mom when she was using legal marijuana for her nausea from chemo. I was eighteen and I was even allowed to purchase the CBD. The one girl told me that I had to be twenty-one to purchase anything in the store. I understood where she was coming from and I didn’t want to make a scene. She said that if I hadn’t come into the store with someone who was over twenty-one, she would have to stop me at the door and tell me to leave. I stood behind my friends smirking when they said about getting their weed from the weed dispensary. When we were walking away, I asked where they actually got the weed from. I told them my story, and they just kind of hung their heads. The one told me had never tried weed, but it made for a good story. I slapped him on the back and told him he was the stupidest nerd I had ever met. The others just rolled their eyes because they still understand that I knew they were all just full of bull.