My best friend Jack went to the doctor and got a prescription for medical marijuana.
The guy told the doctor that he suffers from anxiety and depression. The guy has been sad two days in his whole life. The doctor didn’t ask a lot of questions. Jack said I should go get a medical marijuana card as well and then we can both go to the dispensary to shop for marijuana. I was joking around with my mom on Friday and I told her that I’m going to the doctor to get a card so I can buy medical weed. My mom didn’t think it was a funny joke. She threatened to kick me out of the will if she found out that I was a pot-smoking hippie. I laughed and chuckled, but I knew my mom was 100% serious. After talking to my mom, I clearly knew what her position would be if I decided to get a prescription for medical marijuana. I didn’t even bother talking to my dad about it, because I know that he has a very strong opinion on marijuana. He’s even worse than my mom when it comes to drugs and alcohol. I am going to talk to the doctor about a medical marijuana card and I am hoping the guy will certify me so I can start purchasing items from the dispensary. Clearly I will need to keep this part of my life a secret from my mom and dad if I want them to continue to treat me like a normal part of the family.