genesisthebudtender

[genesisthebudtender]

There was Bliss…….

When Ms. Vanessa calls I come running. She’s one of my favorite clients. She’s always so simple, and she never gives me a hard time or haggle me on the price. Most of my patients just take what I say will work for them, but Ms. Vanessa knows what works for her. A heavy Indica, it never fails. A woman that knows, what she wants, I love that. But why is she calling me so early? She knows I’m an after 10am kind of girl.

“Hello?”

“Hey Genesis darling, how ya doing?”

“Good, how are you Ms. Vanessa?”

“Oh you know, hanging in there the best I can. I need some Pink Cookies today if you got it.”

“You know I do. You smoked that last batch fast as hell Ms. Vanessa. You can’t be a chimney at this age.” I say smiling.

“My daughter in law tossed my stash. She thinks it’s bad for me. I asked her for her doctor’s degree and then she got mad. How can she know what’s best for me? She’s a beautiful girl but she has an empty noggin” she says laughing into the phone. “She gave me one of those pills my doctor prescribed and it just ain’t sat with me right ever since”.

Her tone didn’t sit well with me. Almost as if she was unsure of what was happening at the moment. There are a lot of things Ms. Vanessa is, but being unsure is not one of them.

“Give me 30 minutes and I’ll be on my way.”

“Thank you, Genesis. You always got me.”

“Til the day I die Ms. Vanessa.”

Ms. Vanessa has been with me since the beginning of my growing journey. She taught me how to love and care for my first round of plants. When you give marijuana the love and care that it needs from a spiritual level, it tends to flourish in a massive way. Dense, big buds, and fragrant smells of berry, tropical, skunk fills the room from wall to wall, ceiling to floor. It’s beautiful sight to see. Even though she no longer grows, Ms. Vanessa definitely had a magic touch.

As I’m coming out of the house, I notice someone standing by my car. Who the hell is that? I mean I stay to myself almost all the time, and no one knows where I live.

“Can I help you?” I ask, hand on my holster.

“Yea, you can actually. You sell to my mom on a regular basis, and I’m going to need you to stop sooner rather than later.”

“And you are?” I ask with annoyance in my tone.

“Ms. Vanessa is my mom, you sell her Pink Cookies all the time.”

“You must be Danny.” He’s the only son I hadn’t met. He and his wife moved here to help Ms. Vanessa last year. Although I don’t know if dictating is helping the situation or hurting it. Ms. Vanessa is so stubborn so I know it hasn’t been easy.

“Danny, your mom is a grown woman. She can make her own decisions.”

“We don’t think it’s good for her, so please stop.”

“Correction, your wife doesn’t think it’s good for her. Ms. Vanessa seems to have no problem with smoking marijuana, and I have no problem providing her with said marijuana. Does she even know you’re here?”

The look on his face told me all I need to know. “Look man, you really should get your balls out of your wife’s purse. I take orders from no one but my patients. If want me to stop selling to your mom, then I suggest you have this conversation with her. In the future please do not show up to my house uninvited again.”

“Or what?” he asked

“Or I’ll have to protect my home the best way I know how.” I say showing my holster.

He smirked at me as if I was joking.

“I suggest you take me seriously. And if you think my .380 is the only protection I have you have another thing coming. I’ll also do you a favor, and not mention this to her. She’s already dealing with enough issues, don’t add to it.

Staring coldly at me he backed away and got in his car. e He evenm

He even backed out looking at me. “Talk about dangerous” I say chuckling to myself. He drives a Pruis for Christ sake. He loves saving the earth just like his mother.

30 minutes later I’m driving up to Ms. Vanessa’s house and I see an ambulance outside in the drive way. I see two paramedics come out of the house pushing a gurney with a black bag over someone.  I feel that weight drop in my stomach. I knew before I even asked the paramedic.

“Is that Ms. Vanessa?” I ask with tears running down my face.

“If you’re talking about the older lady that lived in this house, then yes.” He answered so cold like. Just another day for him.

I was speechless for the first time. No one words could form in my mouth or brain to speak. I was processing so many thoughts. How could this happen? I had just spoken with her an hour ago. Was she in that much pain that she had to let go?

I turn to my right to look at her house. What a beautiful ranch style home. She loved to have me and the dogs over to eat and play games. I can’t believe she’s gone. I look up at her bedroom window and I see her daughter in law staring down at me. It made me uneasy the way she looked. She looked as if she had just seen a ghost.

That part of the dream always wakes me up. My obnoxious alarm starts blaring the sounds of Sade to aid in waking me up from my repetitive nightmare. Her death still makes me uneasy. I take a sip of water and glance at my alarm clock. It’s 7:45am. Jesus what a way to wake up. I grab my joint and lighter out of the night stand and spark up. It’s time to get the day started.

[genesisthebudtender]

In the Beginning..............

All she wanted was to smoke her weed, and live her life to the fullest. Her past had been so unconventional, and she’d overcome so much. But this was the last straw. This pain was different. It changed her. It took a part of her that she could never get back. And she wanted to know why. How could someone do this? It became clear what needed to be done. She needed to fight. She needed to show the world the truth. She needed to find the truth.

And this may seem like nothing new right? It’s like same story, different character, blah blah blah blah.

Yea, well take two middle fingers in the morning, and swallow this hard pill.

I’m still gonna tell my story. And, I’m gonna tell it my way, in my words, and most likely, high as fuck. And I’m not your normal stoner vigilante. I’m not here to tell you about a drug deal gone wrong, and how I helped get a big, bad, small town drug dealer arrested. Fuck the petty street dealers. And it’s not because I’m a drug dealer myself. Oh, and I’m not projecting/scapegoating my issues either. I’m just after the real drug pushers. You know, the ones that wear the suits? Yea I’m after those fucks. I’m also really tired of the typical stoner stereotype. I’m here to tell you what’s real. Straight from the stoner’s mouth. Sounds good? Great!

Now that we are on the same page, let’s start with the overall concept of this story.

I’m a black female stoner vigilante, saving everybody.

[genesisthebudtender]

In Weed I Trust

Welcome to my world. I’m Genesis, your friendly budtender. I’m here to help you explore the world of weed in a pretty unique way. I’m here to tell you my story. I’m here to tell you about my pain. And how I use that pain to overcome some really fuck shit. Weed is an essential part of the story, but not in the way you may think. Throw all of your judgments aside, and come into this journey clearheaded as possible. This isn’t your typical story. So just sit back and enjoy that I’m kicking ass and taking no names.