A good smell

First time I went to the cannabis dispensary, it looked like nothing more than a local shop entrance.

The only difference between the cannabis dispensary in one of the shops was that the store didn’t have a speaker with a security camera affixed, however you had to show ID to prove you were 21 before getting into the cannabis dispensary. Once your ID was checked, they would buzz you in if you proved to be who you are. Once I got into the first store, there was a young lady sitting at a desk who physically wanted to see our ID. She made some adjustments on her laptop, and waved me in. I heard a sound in the door to the marijuana dispensary opening, and even before I could get into the marijuana dispensary, I could smell the smell of marijuana wafting through the door. I almost felt like I could float into the dispensary, like they show people in cartoons floating away in love. I knew it didn’t really happen that way, however the joy I felt when I smelled that marijuana had me laughing. I had finally turned 21, and I could go into a marijuana dispensary. I did a lot of fantasizing about this moment, however none of those fantasies quite matched up to the reality of when I smelled that marijuana, and no matter how many times I go into a marijuana dispensary from this time forward, it will never match the first experience. Nothing could have ever prepared me for what I felt that unquestionably for the first time.

 

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