I remember back when marijuana in any sort of style was not allowed and it was always that weird mixture of excitement and thrill whenever I would score a pile of the good stuff. That was back in my early years and college days, and since I have stopped with all off the stuff, but those mixed feelings became an ingrained area of our psyche that will always be with me. I know that’s why I was getting those exact feelings the other day when a marijuana delivery repair showed up at my buddy Trent’s home while I was over hanging out. Trent has Fibromyalgia, and since medical cannabis has become permitted in our state he has had a delivery repair grab some cool looking yellow haze over to him. I know it was kind of new that a big rush of panic overtook myself considering everything in my head was telling myself that this was an illegal transaction and the cops were going to book us. Although I just could not shake that feeling that something terrible was right around the corner coming for us. Of course, everything was all good and the marijuana delivery guy made the delivery and drove off just as if they were dropping off a bottle of water. I am happy that this type of thing exists and that medical marijuana is legal for Trent’s sake; since was suffering without it. Opiates are not a legitimately fantastic way to mitigate pain given their possibility of getting people addicted.