My leg was a casualty of the accident

I ordered a whole pizza with anchovies and ate the crust and all of the toppings

10 years ago, I had a motorcycle accident and I had to have my left leg amputated. I didn’t want to lose my leg, but the doctor told me there was no other choice. The infection was terrible and I was going to lose my life if I did not get rid of the leg. It was the toughest decision of my entire life, but I let them chop off the bad part. There were days when I would have rather died then be faced with the harsh decision. I thought about killing myself to end all of the pain and suffering. I was terribly depressed and most of my friends didn’t want to hang out with a crippled buzzkill. One afternoon, my old pal Johnny stopped by with a big bag of weed and my life changed. I smoked a little pot in high school, but Johnny had some primo dispensary stuff. We smoked a big bowl of sticky icky. The buds were covered in white crystals. The name of the strain was gorilla glue. That stuff made me giggle and laugh and talk uncontrollably. I ate pie, cake, and a whole bag of oranges. I ordered a whole pizza with anchovies and ate the crust and all of the toppings. When I passed out cold, I slept all night and half the next day. Johnny told me that I could easily get medical cannabis for my pain. I haven’t talked to the doctor yet, but I have a regular check up scheduled for next Tuesday and I plan to bring it up.

Marijuana flower