My bestie plus I agreed that every one of us would not smoke marijuana inside of our apartment.
We didn’t want the place to smell like an ashtray or a cigarette.
When I broke our leg at work, I was stuck on the couch for a couple of weeks. I was truly woozy from the drugs plus I couldn’t leave the couch. I wasn’t upset about using recreational marijuana, because I had pain pills. When the nurse said no to the pain pills, I had to start getting off the couch so I could walk outside plus smoke. It was seriously painful, even though I found a way to make it work. Then the AC unit broke down. There was no freezing air in the lake house at all plus the temperature was getting warmer plus warmer. The fan in the living room was the only chop I had from the heat. There was genuinely no way that I was going to leave the living room. I gave up on the rules plus I lit up a joint in the living room. I only smoked 1 marijuana joint. I was hoping our bestie would not be able to smell marijuana when she came house from work. The moment that she opened up the door, she started yelling about the smell of marijuana. I could not hide the smell, although she was more distraught with the A/C problem than the smell of marijuana. We had a sizable problem on our hands plus I was unable to reach the property owner. I tried numerous or numerous times plus left two messages, plus I was out of ideas.