This story starts off in December of 2018,
I had just turned 22 a week ago and just finished the first semester of my sophomore year of college. I waited 2 years coming out of high school to enroll in university to better myself mentally and it was all for the better. I have a really amazing group of friends that I hold near and dear to me, I love the nice will midwest town my school is located in, and I couldn’t be more happy with how things were going in my life.
As the semester closed down I saw a few of my friends I made at my apartment complex leave either for other locations in town or due to graduation. I had one of my good friends down the hall gifted me most of his pot paraphernalia (a bong, 2 dab rigs, and rolling tray with enough rolling papers to last for a long long while) as he was ready to leave that behind as he went into the professional world after winter graduation and just in time for our state’s legalization day. Soon after him and other tenants moved the new people arrived and braved the cold snowy midwestern winter to move in. Luckily my complex is owned by the kindest most big hearted landlord who offered each new tennant help with moving in. Seriously, he’s such an amazing landlord even Mao would give him a free pass.