What could be more exciting than a surprise trip to the beach? Not only that, but my wife had rented us a sweet little bungalow right on the water for three days and nights.
- No kids, no work, no worries, just the two of us having a second honeymoon.
This was an amazing surprise, and I was caught completely off guard. She picked me up from work and we started driving to the shore. She had packed up everything we needed for the weekend, or so she thought. It wasn’t until we got to the hotel room I realized she didn’t bring my cannabis. I am a daily pot smoker, and although I have never been prescribed cannabis by a doctor, I consider it an essential part of my day. Cannabis keeps me cool, calm, and collected, and away from the temper issues that used to plague me. My wife understands how much I rely on cannabis, and was deeply apologetic for forgetting it. She was afraid I would be angry, but instead I kissed her, told her not to worry, that I would be able to find a local cannabis dispensary the next morning. It turns out that this sleepy little vacation spot only allows for medical marijuana sales, and since I didn’t have a prescription they wouldn’t sell to me! I just hung around the beach out front until I saw some cool looking guys, and paid them twice the retail price to buy me a few grams of OG Kush. After that, the weekend went like a dream.