I looked for my friends, but I didn't see them anywhere

A couple of my friends and I went to a concert out in the desert.

  • The concert was supposed to last all day, so I went to the dispensary on our way out of town.

Nobody else wanted to stop at the dispensary, but I didn’t want to run out of supplies and find myself 200 miles away from the closest marijuana shop. I told my friends that I would meet them at the venue and we would hook up then. I stopped at the dispensary for 5 or 10 minutes. I was trying to be as quick as possible. I purchased a 12-pack of half-gram infused marijuana joints to share with my friends. I also bought some edible gummies. I ate most of them on my way to the venue. I gathered all of my recreational marijuana supplies and I drove over to the desert location for the concert. The place was packed and there were thousands and thousands of people everywhere. It was impossible to see my friend’s car, even though we only had a few minutes between us. I started calling Jack, but the crowds made it difficult for him to hear his phone. I called 12 or 13 times before that guy finally picked up. He was right around the corner. Everyone was waiting for me so we didn’t get lost or separated in the crowd. There must have been fifty or sixty thousand people at the venue in the desert. It was a fun and exciting experience, but I can say for sure that I won’t attend that fiasco ever again.


Find more here