While I was smoking I even said hi to one person and she said hi back. Where I'm from in the Midwest this wouldn't happen in most of the conservative parts of the city/suburbs, and I would most probably get busted smoking herb in front of strangers. However, in the downtown area of my city I've seen many a homeless bum smoking a joint on the courthouse steps, so there is that. I wanted to get high, and I just don't care (that much). Still I was nervous because I have never really smoked in broad daylight in front of a bunch of strangers on the sidewalk. But fuck it. If I have to pay the fine or whatever, whatever. So far no cops have shown up, lol. Did I already type that? Jesus, I'm high. I have already at this point had to edit and re-type this much of the story because of the many copy errors I've made so far due to how stoned I am.
So earlier in the day I called the shop and got directions. I had to call because they had no website or google listing. I had to find their number and address on a shitty third party weed map site. The place was located near a wal-mart in a non-descript part of town, and I hopped on the bus over there. I walked into the store and chatted with the guy briefly. I told him I was experiencing a bit of nausea due to altitude sickness, so he recommended a 90/100 sativa named REDACTED. I didn't get carded or anything. I ordered an eighth (3.5 grams) of the bud dude recommended. It cost 60 bucks, and there was also quite a big tax on it. I also bought a small bowl to smoke with.
All told the weed, bowl and tax came out to 93 bucks. The whole time I spent in the store was maybe 5 or 6 minutes. I chatted with the guy briefly about legalization and we both agreed a lot of old people have to die in the next few years before more progress can be made. The weed itself was put in an unlabeled pill bottle with the name of the strain written on the lid. All of this was put in a white plastic courier bag, which had a paragraph long legal disclaimer labeled on it. After I left the store I walked back to the wal-mart to buy a lighter. I then caught the bus back to the motel.
It has never in my life been that easy for me to go through the motions of actually purchasing pot. Sure, the occasional random stranger in the parking lot of a mall has smoked me out with a joint before, but that's pretty rare. I could write a book containing the many stories of the sometimes ridiculous lengths my friends and I have gone to in order to acquire pot when we've been dry. Like the one time my friend and I were in LA with another dude from his school. We went to a parking lot of a Ralph's grocery store and my friend's friend (a tall, black guy named Charles) went around just straight up asking only every black guy walking into the store if he was holding. I could go on, but for the sake of brevity I won't.
The price is a bit disappointing though. Shouldn't legal bud be cheaper than black market bud? I certainly think so. Back home I can regularly get that much for 45 to 55 dollars a pop. Only once in a while do I spend 60. Anyway, I wanted to buy an eighth so I could say I got that much, because what kind of stoner buys a mere gram when he's on vacation?
When I got back to my room I packed a bowl and took some pictures of my stash. I then smoked, like I said I think around noon. I took some pretty deep hits. I hadn't smoked since Friday, so my tolerance may have dropped down a touch. I then proceeded back to my room, attempted to configure my phone as a wifi hotspot with a workaround app rather than paying the cell carrier's ridiculous subscription fees, created an anonymous imgur account, and uploaded 4 photos. Right now it is just 2 pm. At first, right after I smoked, I didn't think I was all that high. But not soon after I felt a nice head high and then proceeded to attempt to do all the previously mentioned things necessary to post this story (this dinky motel's wifi is totally unsecured, which is a no go for me). But I was so high that writing this short bit of copy and doing a few simple tasks with my phone and computer actually became pretty difficult.
The buzz itself is a nice heady sativa buzz, a good daytime strain, for when you want to feel awake and active. Indicas, on the other hand, are more for the body buzz type of pain relief and can cause some drowsiness. I didn't smoke that much, and I am a fairly veteran and hardcore smoker at this point, but I'm still pretty buzzed and feeling good. The nausea has been calmed.
Overall a good buzz. But I've had better stuff from my home state, and that's done underground, with less resources, etc. In fact, the hippy girl I talked to warned me before I smoked that she could get better bud grown back in her home town. She compared the quality of the legal dispensary bud right now to outdoor illegal Cali bud. Indeed she was correct. Would I do it again? Of course, because if I'm out of town I am not really in for just asking random strangers for weed. Walking into a store for 5 minutes and grabbing a bag seems way easier and much less illegal.
2 22 now and it's starting to wear off. Coherence is gradually returning. I guess now is a good time to walk around town for a bit and grab a bite to eat. Peace.