My First Visit

I went to Colorado last summer and experienced the joy of legal weed. I can’t remember the name of the first shop I visited but it was in Breckenridge on Airport Rd. Jim and I parked and could smell skunk the moment we opened the car door. Heaven. The shop was fairly run down. A…

Delivery

Jim texts a photo of my card and comments I’ve never looked so happy. It was an exciting day, I smiled big for the camera, we’ve covered this. When I arrive home from work, I head straight for the mail and pick up the card. I lift it above my head like I’ve won a…

Waiting

A week goes by and still no card. So much for 7 days. Did she seven days or seven business days? Ugh. This thing is never going to come. I spend a lot of time checking out menus on Leafly of the nearby dispensaries. Looking at prices and selection. I ponder what will happen to…

The Visit

I had called the doctor about my visit and to see if he had heard back from the radiologist about my shoulder and ribs. He had. The ribs were bruised, nothing much to do there. The clavicle was separated and again, there wasn’t much to do. I could go to a specialist, take more X-rays,…

Genesis

After falling off my bike for what felt like my 7th or 8th time now, and damaging my right collar bone (separated clavicle), bruising my ribs, and growing a baby sized hematoma on my right side (his name is Hank), I decided to say fuck it and go see the doctor. Doctor Reeferalz. Talking to…