My mom didn’t get home from the Museum of Modern Art until several fourths later, but by the time my mom came home from work, I was passed out on the couch in the kitchen
My acquaintance Jack is a little dangerous and crazy. I met the guy when he was spray painting a bridge. I love his personality a lot. He is genuinely funny and interesting; Jack has lived in San Francisco, California his whole life, however I recently moved to the part with my mom. My mom 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 and friends in CO. I met Jack a couple of mornings after I moved to the city. One day Jack swiped his crucial brother’s identification card, but every one of us went to a recreational marijuana dispensary on the other side of neighborhood and Jack tried to get cannabis from the shop. I truly didn’t suppose his system would work, so I was surprised when Jack walked out of the cannabis shop with a bin in his hand. After every one of us left the dispensary, every one of us made the choice to go back to my home and sat in the backyard with a marijuana joint. My mom didn’t get home from the Museum of Modern Art until several fourths later, but by the time my mom came home from work, I was passed out on the couch in the kitchen. My mom thought I was sick and I didn’t tell his that I had been smoking marijuana all day. I knew he wouldn’t understand or agree with the decision! She doesn’t know that marijuana has any importance to the community whether for recreational or medical reasons.