I walked into the medical cannabis dispensary last week, and I was shocked to see my brother at the counter.
He tried to ignore that he saw me, but he wasn’t getting off that easy. Ever since I got my medical marijuana ID card several years ago, my brother has been harrassing me. He told me I shouldn’t be smoking marijuana and I told him I didn’t smoke it. He said he thought marijuana was wrong, and I shouldn’t be using it. He was a pompous fool, but I still loved him. The more he told me smoking marijuana was wrong, the more I used it. I never tried to make him understand that using medical marijuana wasn’t the same. Now that I have seen him at the medical cannabis dispensary, I want to make fun of him and make him eat his words. I didn’t know why he was medical marijuana and I didn’t care to ask. I was sure he had some off the wall reason, or he would tell me he was picking it up for someone else. Everyone knows he wouldn’t be caught dead inside a legal medical marijuana dispensary for himself. He caught up to me outside when i left the medical marijuana dispensary and asked if we could talk. He wanted me to know that he was sorry for all the horrible things he had said to me. He also told me that if he wasn’t have such a hard time with the nausea of chemo, he wouldn’t be using medical marijuana. I was beginning to feel bad for thinking all those nasty thoughts about him.