Rolling joints for my elderly neighbor

My neighbor is an old lady named Doris.

  • Doris is in a wheelchair, and has a live-in nurse, but seems to be as bright and cheerful as anyone I’ve ever met.

She and I got to be good friends during the quarantine, mostly because our balconies adjoin one another, and we both liked to sit outside when the weather was nice. Doris has some pretty bad arthritis, among other ailments, but she never complains about any of them. With good reason, too – she had an apparently endless supply of cannabis at her disposal. I guess the live-in nurse goes to get it for her, because Doris isn’t capable of making it to the cannabis dispensary, but holy cow can she smoke! One of the ways we got to be close was because Doris loves to roll up her cannabis into a joint to smoke, and her arthritis prevents her from doing that. Because of her bad hands she can’t flick a lighter to smoke a bowl of cannabis, so the continuous burn of a joint is her preferred way to smoke. She keeps a candle in a lantern on her side table, and uses that to light her joints. I have become her official joint-roller, and on a good day I will spend an hour twisting cannabis up into a dozen different joints. Doris will ask me for a specific number, don’t ask me where the number comes from, and then she always breaks me out a big chunk of cannabis for my troubles. It’s a win-win situation for the both of us!
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