My upstairs neighbor is a bit of a recluse.
He says he is a famous writer, but won’t tell me his real name because he wants to remain anonymous.
Personally I don’t think he is famous at all, he is just an old kook, but I have a soft spot for old kooks, so it doesn’t really matter. The important part is that this guy doesn’t trust the internet, or phones, and has me work as his runner for picking stuff up. It’s an easy gig, and he pays me pretty well for it, plus it gives me an excuse to go to the cannabis dispensary a couple of times a week. Our local cannabis dispensary is actually really great, I am a regular patron of the place so picking up for the recluse isn’t a problem. This place has a full online meny of all cannabis products, updated daily with specials and inventory levels so you know what they have in stock. You can also place your order online, pay for it, and either arrange in-store pick up or having the cannabis delivered to your residence. So basically this old writer pays me a nice little fee for my troubles, when getting cannabis is no trouble at all. I always sink whatever extra money he gives me into buying more cannabis, and it’s basically the only time this cheapskate ever tipped me so I don’t feel bad about it. If he would just turn on a computer he could order his own cannabis for much cheaper, but until then, I will keep collecting.