I wasn’t twenty-one and it was legal to go into a marijuana dispensary.
I wasn’t sure I should go to the marijuana dispensary.
If my father found out I was in the marijuana dispensary, I was going to be in big trouble. My father was the minister of the local church that all of my relatives and friends attended. It isn’t like I had never tried marijuana. Even my old granny was using mairjuana after medical marijuana was legalized, but that didn’t mean dad had to like it. He was always saying how wrong it was that his mother was using marijuana. Granny would just poo-poo him and tell him he would change his mind when arthritis set in. She thought legalizing recreational marijuana was a good thing. She pulled me aside and told me father got caught smoking marijuana when he was my age. His father made him go to the seminary and become a preacher, so he could learn the evils of marijuana. She laughed when she told me that. She said her husband could make her go to the seminary, but she never told him she smoked pot. Now, all she had to do was go to the marijuana dispensary and get all the marijuana she wanted. She offered to have me take her so I had a reason to go into the marijuana dispensary, but I declined. One rebellious person in the family was enough, and I would work up the bravado to go to a marijuana dispensary on my own. It was just going to take a little time.