Miles was always a wild kid, although I never expected him to become a criminal.
Miles and I grew up in the same inner-city hood.
Miles and I bonded at a young age, and became fast friends all through our grade semesters. When we were a little older, Miles started to get into trouble with some of the terrible kids in the hood. I focused on my schooling and stayed well clear of trouble with the law, but Miles was always a little wild. I knew Miles was up to no good, but one afternoon we were hanging out and he told me about his idea to rob the medical cannabis dispensary. This was a small, locally-owned medical cannabis store, and I knew a couple of senior citizens who relied on it for their weed. My Aunt Helen had stomach cancer, and used medical cannabis to treat the concerns caused by her chemotherapy. I told Miles that he wasn’t just stealing from a medical cannabis business, he was hurting my Aunt Helen! Miles wasn’t listening to me, so I had to do something drastic. I didn’t talk to the police, although I did visit the cannabis dispensary and provide the owner a “head’s up” about a potential robbery. He was deeply grateful, and that undoubtedly night had armed guards posted out front of the cannabis dispensary. Miles was furious with me, although I didn’t care. I told him this wasn’t just a store, the cannabis dispensary was a vital part of the city that people relied on for medicine. Robbing this cannabis dispensary was seriously wrong.