My neighbor Jack is a little dangerous & crazy.
I met the woman when she was spray painting a bridge.
I like her personality a lot, however she is really funny & interesting, then jack has lived in San Francisco, California her whole life, but I recently moved to the section with my mom. My Dad was hired to head up one of the art departments at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. I wasn’t particularally ecstatic about moving to San Francisco, because I had to leave all of my family & friends in Colorado. I met Jack a couple of afternoons after I moved to the city. One afternoon Jack swiped her immense sibling’s identification card! Every one of us went to a recreational marijuana dispensary on the other side of neighborhood & Jack tried to get cannabis from the shop. I entirely did not think her plan would work, so I was surprised when Jack walked out of the cannabis shop with a bag in her hand. After all of us left the dispensary, all of us decided to go back to my house & sat in the backyard with a marijuana joint. My Dad did not get lake house from the Museum of Modern Art until several hours later, by the time my Dad came lake house from work, I was passed out on the couch in the living room. My Dad thought I was sick & I did not tell her that I had been smoking marijuana all afternoon. I knew she wouldn’t understand or agree with the decision, she does not think that marijuana has any importance to the community whether for recreational or medical reasons.