Waking up I feel a pain slowly surging through my body. Though I was used to it, it still felt quite unpleasant. I wondered how long I would still be able to get through my cancer until my body finally gives in. But part of me still had the will to live. I still wasn’t ready to die. I got up and realized it was raining. You could hear the rain in its anger smashing on the roof of my home. I wasn’t able to close one of the windows in the living room and the cold chill blasted right through hitting me and making my spine tingle.
I prepared a cup of coffee and reached into my pocket, a tin can that contained my marijuana joints. It helped ease the pain and the warm smoke would feel great on this cold morning. As I lit the joint, the lighter slightly burned my thumb but it was nothing compared to what I would feel every day. I would alternate from inhaling in the smoke to taking a sip of the black coffee. I shook the tin can in my hand and realized it was empty. I need to get more and buy some from a Marijuana Delivery Service.
Staring at the raindrops fall down the window, I thought to myself what I would do if I could ever get rid of the cancer. Maybe I would ask my brother for a job in his company or I could start my own business, I don’t know. I tried to carry my tired body onto the couch and lie down for a few minutes. I scrolled through my phone, my joint nearly finished and burned off. I tried turning the TV on but it was all static. The antenna must have been hit with some lightning. I got my phone, dialed the numbers and called up one of the Marijuana Delivery Service that I frequently brought from.
The guy who answered knew me very well. He has done many deliveries to my home and I got used to seeing his face often. I ordered more joints to help ease my pain. I prepared my green card and some money on the kitchen counter. Everything felt so heavy and I felt so tired. I was so tired I didn’t realize I fell asleep with my head on the coffee table in front of the couch.
The doorbell rang three times at I finally got up. I presented my green card and gave my cash with a little tip. I bid farewell to the guy. I swear these guys at Marijuana Delivery Service were one the things that kept me going. They were really nice, but nothing compared to the feeling of the pain going away while I smoked a joint.
The rain got softer and softer until it finally stopped. The sky was still dark and no trace of the sun anywhere. I decided to have one last smoke before going out. I needed some fresh air.