So about an hour ago I arrive at my dad's house. (My parents divorced and I mainly live with my mom) Nobody's home, so I pack a bowl and before I smoke I call my dad to see where he is (basically see if I have time to smoke). He tells me he's on his way to a medical marijuana dispensary because he just picked up his medical marijuana card. I'm so happy I tell him I have one too and he starts laughing. I'm so glad I don't have to keep secrets from him any longer!
To tell you the truth I'm not sure, but he has really bad arthritis. He's also just had hip surgery, so I'm guessing he's getting it for legitimate reasons. (Same as me, I have god knows how many mental conditions)
Aw you're sweet!! If it's worth anything, the weed really helps it. If it's possible, something even better just happened: He came home with 1/8 of god's gift, 1/8 of bubba kush, 1/8 of diablo, and a gram of "Casey Jones". He also brought extract, a brownie, three thc candy bars, and "stoneos". He told my brother and I tonight we could smoke whatever we want. I think I've died and gone to heaven.
