u/Actual-Lead6979

I’m a Detroiter. Went to school here, got my degree, got a job, and stayed for the love of the game.

Took a stroll down my street the other day and a certain pharmaceutical business caught my eye. Weed has been legal here for a long time, and I had my fair share of fun back in the day, but toking up left my routine long ago.

I hadn’t been to a dispo in years, but I felt a calling that I hadn’t felt since my early twenties, so I sheepishly crept in.

The doorman greeted me with more love in his heart than anyone ever has. Smiles and jokes that had me cackling like a hyena. I didn’t remember this from my college days.

I step inside, still thinking about his joke, and am presented with a list of specials that would make Cheech and Chong drool. 10 pre-rolls for $20? Five packs of 200mg edibles for $11? They must be joking. I’m a new customer - this must be the reason why they’re basically giving away free weed.

Except it wasn’t because I was new. And it wasn’t because I was nice. I don’t know how the hell it became feasible (or even legal) to sell 1000mg of edibles for $11. If you told my 21 year old self I’d be able to get hundreds of hours of high for three crisp Abe Lincolns, I’d laugh in your face.

And yet here I am. 30, high, and feeling like I just robbed the place.

What a world we live in.