I lived across the street from the marijuana store.

It’s funny how I lived across the street from the marijuana store, but I had never gone inside.

There was just something that told me it wasn’t the right place to go.

My best friend came over to visit and realized where I was located. The first thing he wanted to do was go to the marijuana store and make a purchase. I had never used marijuana, but my friend had. He told me that after his long trip to visit me; he needed to relax. He didn’t think there was anything better than marijuana to help you relax. He asked if I wanted to walk over to the marijuana store with him, or if I was just going to sit here and watch people go in and out. I laughed and said I would go with him. It amazed me at all the things they had in a marijuana store. I thought it would all be marijuana products, but there was a lot of marijuana paraphernalia on sale. They had pipes that were so intricately designed that they were more like art than for smoking marijuana. My friend said he brought his own pipe along, and all he wanted was the marijuana leaf. Maybe I’ll visit the marijuana store by myself in the future, and maybe I won’t. I didn’t want to spend a lot of money while in the marijuana store with my friend, so the art déco marijuana pipes would need to wait until after I got paid. Being a bus driver, it wouldn’t pay for me to be caught at a marijuana store in the middle of a work week.

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