My girlfriend and I moved to a new apartment a couple of weeks ago.
It’s not the nicest place, but at least we don’t have to live at home with our parents anymore.
They were starting to aggravate me. They were trying to invoke a bunch of rules, I was paying rent to live there. I wanted more freedom and less questions, my mom wanted me to give her an itinerary everytime I left the house. I wanted to move out, but I needed a cheap place to live. Unfortunately, the only cheap neighborhood is rundown and there is a high crime rate. The first time I called to have weed delivered, the lady on the phone wasn’t ecstatic when I gave her my new address. They were insistent that I come to the store to pick up the items. The director took pity on me, because I was an official customer, and she started delivering to my place one time every week. Until last week, I never had any complications! Last Sunday night, the delivery driver was carjacked in the parking lot of our apartment building. It happened right after he delivered the marijuana products to my apartment. The driver came back to our apartment. He had been beaten badly as well as his face was bloody. The carjacker took the guy’s phone, money, as well as his car. He begged me to call the police. I had 911 at our front doorstep for various hours asking questions and taking statements. The dispensary will never deliver to our address again, and I can’t blame them for the policy. The guy could have been badly damaged.