It was as if Molly had collected her own little cannabis dispensary in her room, and every drawer in the cabinet was filled with implements of smoking
On a break from school I went up north to spend some time with my friend Molly. Molly and I used to be so close when both of us were kids, however it had been a lot of years since both of us had hung out together. Molly and I had started to connect on Twitter over the pandemic, and now that things were opening back up I wanted to go see my friend again. I knew that both of us had a lot in common, and she had some fun stuff lined up for us to do. I also knew she was big-time into weed and the legal aspect of it, just like me, so I was excited to see what kind of cannabis they had in the sizable city. Any expectations I had were shattered long before I stepped into a cannabis dispensary, just with what I saw at Molly’s apartment. There was an antique wooden cabinet in her dining room, and when she opened it up I saw dozens of metal jars of cannabis. All colors of the rainbow, many amounts and degrees of green, a dazzling array of cannabis. It was as if Molly had collected her own little cannabis dispensary in her room, and every drawer in the cabinet was filled with implements of smoking. There were pipes and rolling papers of all shapes and sizes, a custom made glass bong, a gravity bong, and a few ways to smoke cannabis that I had frankly never heard of before. I am not sure what the fun things Molly had planned for us to do, because the entire trip was spent in a thick haze of cannabis smoke.