#weed delivery Vegas

[jardinlv]

Best Weed Delivery in Vegas

Get the best weed delivery in Vegas with Jardín Premium Cannabis Dispensary. Enjoy a seamless and discreet delivery service offering top-quality cannabis products, including flower, edibles, vapes, and concentrates, brought right to your door. Our professional team ensures a fast, reliable experience so you can relax and indulge in your favorite strains without leaving home. Discover why Jardín is the trusted choice for premium cannabis delivery in Las Vegas and elevate your experience.

[mrniceguysdc-06]

Maximizing Convenience with Weed Delivery Services in Las Vegas

A Brief History of Weed Delivery in Las Vegas

Weed delivery in Las Vegas commenced in 2017 following the legalization of recreational marijuana. Initially, delivery services faced legal uncertainties due to the lack of specific regulations. However, in 2019, new laws allowed licensed dispensaries to offer delivery services within a certain area. As the cannabis market continues to grow, weed delivery is becoming increasingly common, providing a convenient option for many consumers.

Choosing the Right Cannabis Products for Nighttime

For those using cannabis at night, selecting the appropriate products is crucial. Indica strains are perfect for deep relaxation and sleep, making them ideal for evening use. Edibles, particularly those infused with Indica or hybrid strains, offer lasting relaxation without the need for smoking. If you're planning a

party or seeking inspiration in the evening, Sativa strains can boost creativity and energy levels, enhancing social interactions. Dispensaries with knowledgeable staff can assist in finding the perfect product for your nighttime needs, ensuring a pleasant and effective experience.

Streamlined Late-Night Delivery in Las Vegas

Late-night weed delivery services in Las Vegas are designed for efficiency and convenience. Orders are typically placed through the dispensary's online platform, with minimum order requirements specified. After placing an order, customers receive a confirmation from the delivery team, including an estimated delivery time. Dispensaries aim to minimize delays, often delivering within an hour of confirmation, traffic permitting. Tipping, while not mandatory, is a considerate gesture to appreciate the late-night service.

[blayzeweed]

[piratesexmachine420]

I'm fascinated by this bizarrely bad video essay

1. What is going on with this guy's delivery? It's like he's treating commas as periods and vice versa. Like the bit at 4:31, for example.

An unknown threat actor began working fast in secret to turn EternalBlue into a worm. A self-propagating virus engineered to traverse networks autonomously. Hunting for one vulnerable port in particular. This doorway, utilized by SMB. Stands for "Server Message Block". Needs to be version one. In specific. It's a transport protocol. Facilitates remote services, like printers and file sharing. More importantly, it's open to the internet. [...]

What's going on with all these sentences omitting their subjects? Why would you ever write like this? Why would would keep writing like that for another three paragraphs?

2. What on earth is this camera? Like seriously I'm getting straight up motion sick trying to watch this, does it ever stop zooming or panning? Does this guy even have an editor?

3. It's plagiarized! Of course it's plagiarized. Compare, for example, this section at 14:32--

Then, on a quiet Wednesday, after days of relentless partying and drinking, Marcus stepped out of the mansion to collect a McDonald's order from an Uber driver. That's when he spotted a black SUV. It reminded him of an FBI vehicle, but in his inebriated state he brushed off the suspicion and returned inside to continue his indulgences. Rolled another spliff of that fine legal Nevada weed. Ate his burger, and began packing for his return to the UK.

--to this excerpt from Wired's article "The Confessions of Marcus Hutchins, the Hacker Who Saved the Internet".

At around 7 am on a quiet Wednesday in August 2017, Marcus Hutchins walked out the front door of the Airbnb mansion in Las Vegas where he had been partying for the past week and a half. A gangly, 6'4", 23-year-old hacker with an explosion of blond-brown curls, Hutchins had emerged to retrieve his order of a Big Mac and fries from an Uber Eats deliveryman. But as he stood barefoot on the mansion's driveway wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, Hutchins noticed a black SUV parked on the street—one that looked very much like an FBI stakeout. He stared at the vehicle blankly, his mind still hazed from sleep deprivation and stoned from the legalized Nevada weed he'd been smoking all night. For a fleeting moment, he wondered: Is this finally it? But as soon as the thought surfaced, he dismissed it. The FBI would never be so obvious, he told himself. His feet had begun to scald on the griddle of the driveway. So he grabbed the McDonald's bag and headed back inside, through the mansion's courtyard, and into the pool house he'd been using as a bedroom. With the specter of the SUV fully exorcised from his mind, he rolled another spliff with the last of his weed, smoked it as he ate his burger, and then packed his bags for the airport, where he was scheduled for a first-class flight home to the UK.

I mean really, man? Come on. What are we even doing here?

Also: I'm straight up laughing my ass off at "Rolled another spliff of that legal Nevada weed." It's such a stupid (para)phrasing, it doesn't flow whatsoever, and it makes him sound like a forty year old school principle giving a D.A.R.E lecture. I love it.

Anyways, don't watch this video.

Unless you want a good giggle.

[datascraping001]

Weedmaps.com Scraping Service

Weedmaps.com Scraping Service

Unlock the Power of Cannabis Market Insights with Weedmaps.com Scraping Service by DataScrapingServices.com. 🌿📊 

The cannabis industry is booming, with businesses striving to outpace competitors and connect with consumers more effectively. At Data Scraping Services, our Weedmaps.com Scraping Service is designed to provide cannabis retailers, suppliers, and marketers with the data they need to succeed. 

Introduction 

Weedmaps.com is a leading platform in the cannabis sector, offering comprehensive details about dispensaries, products, delivery services, and more. Our Weedmaps.com Scraping Service extracts critical data from Weedmaps, helping businesses make informed decisions and improve their strategies. Whether you are a dispensary owner, cannabis supplier, or a market researcher, having access to well-organized data can elevate your growth and profitability. 

List of Data Fields Extracted 

Our service can provide: 

- Dispensary Information: Names, locations, operating hours, and contact details. 

- Product Listings: Strain names, THC/CBD levels, product descriptions, and prices. 

- Delivery Services: Coverage areas, fees, and estimated delivery times. 

- User Reviews and Ratings: Insights into customer preferences and feedback. 

- Promotions and Deals: Discounts, special offers, and event details. 

Benefits of Weedmaps.com Scraping 

- Competitive Advantage: Understand market trends, pricing, and consumer demand to stay ahead of competitors. 

- Enhanced Marketing: Develop targeted campaigns by analyzing customer preferences and popular products. 

- Improved Inventory Management: Align your stock with market demand by tracking trending strains and products. 

- Data-Driven Decisions: Leverage accurate insights to optimize business strategies and improve ROI. 

- Save Time: Automate the process of data collection, allowing you to focus on strategy and execution. 

Why Choose DataScrapingServices.com? 

- Accuracy: We ensure that the data we provide is precise and up-to-date. 

- Customization: Tailored scraping solutions to meet your unique business needs. 

- Reliability: Trust us to deliver data securely and on time. 

Best Weed Data Scraping Services Provider

Weedmaps Data Scraping

CBD Email List

Scraping Dispensaries from Leafly.com

Scraping Marijuana Dispensaries from Potguide.com

Marijuana Dispensaries Scraping from Allbud.com

Weedmaps Dispensaries Email List

Extract Leafly Cannabis Product Data

Scraping Weed Dispensaries From Weedmaps.com

Weedmaps Product Listings Scraping

Weedmaps.com Scraping Service

CBD Product Data Extraction from Leafly

Best Weedmaps.com Scraping Service in USA:

Oklahoma City, Las Vegas, Albuquerque, Sacramento, Boston, Houston, San Antonio, Long Beach, Fresno, Austin, Virginia Beach, Charlotte, Orlando, Raleigh, Sacramento, Indianapolis, Colorado, San Francisco, Atlanta, Seattle, Columbus, Milwaukee, Philadelphia, Bakersfield, Mesa, Washington, San Jose, Jacksonville, Chicago, Omaha, Memphis, Dallas, Wichita, Kansas City, San Francisco, San Diego, Tulsa, New Orleans, El Paso, Nashville, Colorado, Long Beach, Fort Worth, Louisville, Denver, Tucson and New York.

Conclusion 

The cannabis industry thrives on innovation and insights. With the Weedmaps.com Scraping Service from DataScrapingServices.com, businesses can unlock the potential of their marketing and operational strategies. Gain the competitive edge you need with reliable data tailored to your objectives. 

📩 Email: info@datascrapingservices.com

🌐 Learn More:  DataScrapingServices.com

[thesinglesjukebox]

HANUMANKIND FT. KALMI - "BIG DAWGS"

YouTube: "I'm from Sweden and this hits harder then our meatballs!"

[6.30]

Alfred Soto: Reaching a new peak of #23 on the Billboard Hot 100 with no signs of stopping, "Big Dawgs" is one of the more traditional hip-hop tracks to score. This Indian producer-writer team has got "money on my mind," a trope no less tiresome for sounding fresh in its secondhandedness: Kalmi and Hanumankind after all absorbed these tropes as kids. Energy and skill it's got, if not much inspiration. [7]

Jonathan Bradley: In 2024, Texas rap no longer requires Texan rappers. Hanumankind claims a "Southern family" in "Big Dawgs," which checks out: he's from the south Indian state of Kerala, and spent some time in Houston. He has a slick, bumptious flow, and he's versatile enough to quote Pimp C before switching up into a Project Pat cadence for a few bars. It would work better if he wasn't playing Rap-a-Lot Mad Libs with his rhymes: he's standing on business, he's got money on his mind, he would like hoes to get up off his dick. The beat rumbles like a dirt bike, except it also buzzes like a mosquito, and the longer it goes on the more like the latter it sounds. I like how he says he's rolling through the city with his lawyer with him; it makes him sound like Hunter S. Thompson in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas careening through the streets with a dubiously identified attorney as sidekick. [5]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: The kind of rap hit only a Goldman Sachs analyst could write — every second optimized for hookiness, every boast a little self-satisfied and unearned. The Project Pat and Pimp C bites are cute, and I don't doubt this guy was listening to UGK as a teenager, but the aggregate effect of this (and Kalmi's big, aggro beat) is less to thrill and more to annoy. With every listen I find something new to dislike. [3]

Katherine St. Asaph: This is so fucking stupid. [6]

Taylor Alatorre: Maybe it's the suppressed debate-club nerd in me, but I appreciate how much of "Big Dawgs" is constructed as an argument for its own right to exist. The guy clearly wanted to do a straightforward Project Pat imitation -- no reason, just 'cause -- but he knew this would ruffle feathers, so he spends most of the song's back half pre-addressing the controversy, inhabiting the guise of his soon-to-be critics: "how you get like this?" His answers range from standard brush-offs to some genuinely provoking commentary, most notably his suggestion that those of brown skin color "face closed curtains" worldwide. Knock him if you must for jacking the Memphis flow, but Cherukat did at least grow up in Houston, that sprawling sweatbox of contrasts -- a global magnet for high-skilled immigration whose suburbs can nonetheless foster protests against a Hindu temple's new Hanuman statue. Lest you wander too far intto the political weeds and end up thinking "promises are broken" is a veiled reference to H-1B visa caps, Hanumankind brings things back to the carnal with a well-timed sexual boast, a head-spinning turnaround that helps ward off any party-unfriendly grievance wallowing. The spiky defensiveness ends up working in the song's favor; both lyrics and delivery act out the kind of immigrant hustle that was valorized in M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes," the most recent South Asian crossover hit of this magnitude. Confident that his points have been made, Hanumankind signs off with a lengthy chop-and-screw session that's indulgent in the best of ways, bolstering the song's "anything goes" sense of slippery self-assurance. He ain't worried about it, so why should we be? [9]

Nortey Dowuona: "In school, I used to fight the bullies -- now I'm fighting with the law. Guess some things don't leave you fully." [10]

Mark Sinker: The wind and grind of the backing is good, but he should half-speed his voice all the time; au naturel it’s too weedy. “We ain't got the time for you fuckin’ bugs” is a strong near-closer of a line -- except he actually just says “bums,” and that’s weedy too.  [5]

Kristen S. Hé: No idea why people are calling this TikTok rap when it's clearly pro wrestling entrance theme music -- but for whom? [6]

Edward Okulicz: I look forward to hearing 20 seconds of this accompanying a montage of some contact sport as I channel-surf. The cool bit is the whir and grind under the verses, like an '80s home computer trying to sound like a car engine. The slowed-down finale breaks up the monotony a bit, and the kids listening to it don't realise that trick is about 35 years old because they're half that. [5]

Ian Mathers: How you feel about him yelling "hey, shut the fuck up!" at the standard "don't imitate these stunts" warning at the beginning of the video is probably a good shorthand for how you'll feel about "Big Dawgs" as a whole. The production is nicely blocky, buzzy, and abrasive, and the flow follows suit. It feels likely to be divisive, in the kind of way where both sides go "see?" and point to the same lines/elements to prove their point. Those stunts, though... those stunts are pretty cool to watch. Maybe that's a good shorthand too. [7]

[Read, comment and vote on The Singles Jukebox]

[dausy]

I'm feeling grumpy and mopey this weekend. Had a long work week and I feel like I havent been able to catch up on sleep. I also have only been able to go to the gym once this week.

we did accidentally end up going out for St Patricks day to a local brewery but it was for a required husband work thing rather than us actively going out.

havent been up to doing much art. I sketched a little bit and thats about all.

we ordered a new bed a few weeks ago and ofcourse it got lost in the mail. Ever so conveniently, they managed to find it but they have to deliver it tomorrow which is a monday and both me and the spouse are supposed to work. So I had to call in sick so that I can receive said missing bed. Right now I'm waiting for one round of laundry to finish so I can start another. Trying to clean up the house in preparation for the delivery guys. Cleaning everything and trying to make room. Our current bed is going in the spare bedroom so I'm cleaning both rooms and pushing furniture around.

I was going to learn how to use the lawnmower this weekend but they keep warning us of freezing rains. I'm not sure if I'm actually growing grass but the weeds do look a lot greener and overgrown since I started watering them.

still need to go grocery shopping. I'm still having an issue with a boring bank ordeal that I can't get in contact with anybody so while I called out of work tomorrow, I schedule a bank appointment instead. I also keep forgetting time isn't as far away as I thought it was an our military ball is only in a couple weeks and I haven't schedule a hair appointment..which is my fault...I keep scheduling to work instead and hair salons are always open on days when I'm working.

Husbands getting deployed in a few months and will be gone for a year so he's trying to schedule some weekend excursions and a vacation for us and that's always a different kind of stressful. We are 6-7 hrs from his family now so he wants to go home for Easter because he's never been with his family on Easter before. His sister is turning 21 and they planned a family weekend trip to Vegas which we are trying to catch. They're only 3 hours from vegas..we are like 12..I'd actually like to go to Vegas. I've only been once when I was like 17. I don't want to gamble I just want to eat and look. And then my spouse gets a week of vacation before he leaves so we were trying to decide if we wanted to book a cruise or visit super mario land at universal...or what..but all of this combined is quite expensive so..

anyway, my hobbies keep getting pushed backwards for adult things. I'd like to have a day where I can say I have nothing to do.

[cannabiz702]

Weed Delivery Las Vegas: The Easiest Way to Buy Weed Online: Cannabiz702

If you're looking for a safe, discreet and convenient way to buy weed online in Las Vegas, then look no further. We are a professional and discreet online marijuana dispensary that is able to reach your doorstep with no hassle at all.

Weed Delivery Las Vegas is the easiest way to buy marijuana online. You can order your weed delivered right to your door, without having to leave your house. All you need is a computer and an internet connection.

Weed Delivery Las Vegas offers a variety of different strains of marijuana, as well as edibles, concentrates, and more. You can browse their selection and choose the products that you want. They also offer a variety of different payment options, so you can choose the one that best suits your needs.

Weed Delivery Las Vegas is a great option for those who want to buy marijuana but don't want to go through the hassle of finding a dispensary. With Weed Delivery Las Vegas, you can get your weed delivered right to your door without having to leave your house. 420 Delivery

Looking to buy weed in Las Vegas but don't know where to start? You're in luck - there are now several options for weed delivery in Las Vegas, Here's a quick guide on how to shop for marijuana online. First, make sure you're 21 years of age or older and have a valid ID. Next, decide what kind of product you're looking for - flower, edibles, concentrates, etc. Once you know what you want, take a look at the different delivery options available and choose one that's right for you.

Weed Delivery Strip is the easiest way to buy marijuana online. With our wide selection of weed strains, we have something for everyone. And with our convenient delivery service, you can get your weed delivered right to your door.

[budmaster420]

[marijuana-culture]

How Do We Get Weed During the Lockdown?

In the period of COVID-19, the question on how to access marijuana during the lockdown just got significantly more convoluted. Urban areas, districts, and states across the US started giving stay-at-home requests on March 15 for everything except essential trade and travel.

Is Weed Fundamental?

Of course you bet it is. For some people it's clinical. Weed delivery in Las Vegas and other areas can truly sparkle in the coming months. Limitations will shift here and there, and over the long haul, contingent upon nearby conditions. Retail cannabis stores and conveyance administrations stay open, with new ones opening week by week.

On July 13, the Governor's Office stopped indoor business in insignificant areas in 30 districts to slow the spread of COVID. “Cannabis business stays basic,” stated the Bureau of Cannabis Control. Genuinely, retail cannabis movements are allowed.

Is California allowing cannabis movements? Indeed, two or three hundred stores offer transport, and this is just for adult-use dispensaries. Is Colorado permitting cannabis conveyances? Truly, Colorado permits cannabis conveyances. However, the program is new and restricted.

Indeed, Delaware authorities are permitting clinical cannabis conveyances. Is Louisiana permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, Louisiana authorities have passed enactment to permit conveyances. However, the program is not operational yet.

Is Massachusetts permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, Massachusetts permits cannabis conveyances to your house. Is Michigan permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, Michigan authorities permitted home conveyances to forestall the spread of COVID-19.

Is Nevada permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, Nevada has quickly added and extended conveyance alternatives. Is Missouri permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, a couple of Missouri clinical cannabis dispensaries can convey.

Is New Hampshire permitting cannabis conveyances? No, New Hampshire doesn't have cannabis conveyance choices as of now. Is New Jersey permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, New Jersey is turning out conveyance administrations, however it's new. Is New Mexico permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, clinical cannabis can be lawfully conveyed in New Mexico.

Is New York permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, New York's restricted clinical cannabis framework incorporates conveyance at certain areas. Is Washington, DC permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, Washington, DC controllers endorsed clinical pot conveyances in April.

Is Rhode Island permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, Rhode Island authorities permit conveyances in their restricted clinical program. Is Pennsylvania permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, Pennsylvania authorities loosened up rules this year to consider conveyances.

Is Oregon permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, Oregon authorities grant lawful clinical and grown-up use cannabis to be conveyed. Is Ohio permitting cannabis conveyances? Yes, Ohio controllers have permitted dispensaries to convey.

Read a similar article about CBD tincture here at this page.

[mctionsick]

open to women / nb (mutuals only pls)

concept: our muses just got married in vegas (connection could be anything from strangers, friends, two people who can’t stand each other, go nuts)

carter is a 30 year old CEO of a weed delivery business and also a fool 

“No, no this is fine.  My lawyer was probably getting bored anyway,” Carter tries to joke as the reality of the situation dawns on him.  “I think maybe it’s a good idea if I don’t make any more big decisions until I’ve eaten.  So, room service?”

[eightysixed]

happier than ever

You call me again, drunk in your Benz Drivin' home under the influence You scared me to death, but I'm wastin' my breath 'Cause you only listen to your fuckin' friends I don't relate to you I don't relate to you, no 'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty You made me hate this city

words: 3.2k plot: emma and tomo’s relationship, in a nutshell. trigger warnings: abuse, assault, drugs, cheating, violence, blood, suicidal ideation, nsfw

Five years is a lifetime when you’ve just begun your twenties. It’s half a decade of years so formative and important that you don’t really realize their importance until they have flown past.

Emma spent those years with Tomo.

[ SEPTEMBER 2014 ]

A twenty-one year old goes to an Outkast concert. She gets propositioned by a guy. Rough, pushy, handsy, it’s enough to make her feel suffocated, plan paths of escape or desperately look for a face in the crowd that could intervene. Then he comes in with his buddies and they all but rescue her. How ironic Emma thinks, years later. What a Disney-ified, damsel in distress moment to have and to meet by.

They spend the rest of the concert together, follow it up with an after hours at Los Coyotes, wolfing down soft shells in between food-spitting laughter. Emma, Tomo, and his two buddies. The energy is infectious, and she doesn’t want to say goodbye at the end of the night. It’s a feeling she has never felt before; those sparks in his eyes that are in hers too, the way he grounds and floors her. They exchange numbers and Emma’s face lights up as she’s getting off her Muni owl: it’s a text from him.

It doesn’t take long for his contact name to acquire an Emoji heart next to it, the girl who ridiculed these kinds of things in high school now finding herself enamoured, head-over-heels, and not caring for the criticisms of formerly cynical self.

[ OCTOBER ] A month later and she’s packed up and moved into his place, about as happy as she has ever been of late; everything in life falls into place with him, just makes sense.

[ NOVEMBER ] He gets エマ tattooed on his collarbone; her name in katakana. She gets 23, his lucky number.

They spend thanksgiving with her mom in Cupertino. Frankie hasn’t seen Emma this animated again in a long time, composes a poem about in her head as the green beans and pumpkin pie are passed around. Later of course, she pulls out the baby photos, much to Emma’s embarrassment and Tomo’s delight. “You were such a fat baby, Jesus,”  Tomo laughs. “She looks like she ate baby Jesus,” her mother quips.

When her mom falls asleep, they sneak out and climb up Emma’s childhood treehouse armed with blankets. They gaze at a sliver of night sky through a gap in the roof as Emma tells him her childhood dreams of flying to space and inventing computers that could contact extraterrestrial life. They kiss, they make love, Emma ponders her stance on marriage being outdated and for chumps and losers next to a snoring Tomo.

[ FEBRUARY 2015 ] Their first Valentine’s day together they drop acid at Pier 39. An irate parent yells at them for making out on the merry-go-round in view of children; have they no shame.

She makes new friends, dozens, someone always at their place as Tomo plays them new tracks, smoke weed together, and watch the oil projector light show make shapes on the ceiling. They talk about the future, fame, and world domination.

They don’t discuss babies because neither of them care for that sort of shit — but they do talk about moving into a bigger place together, maybe getting a dog or two — the breed is subject of many arguments.

[ MARCH ] In peak puppy fever, Emma adopts a two year old rescue bulldog named Tito. It’s the first, tiny sign of a crack in their relationship, of dissent — she thinks she sees Tomo glare at the precious pup when he thinks she isn’t looking. But maybe she imagined it. He does shed and slobber uncontrollably after all, and her boyfriend happens to be a clean freak.

[ JULY ] That summer, Emma braves a plane once more to see Tomo play in Atlanta. His set is off the walls and for the first time, she is amazed to see just how many fans he has, how far this boyfriend of hers has come from making tracks in his living room. It’s just too bad she is fast asleep when he tiptoes out of their hotel room to meet one of said fans for a back-alley blowjob.

They roadtrip across the South to play some more venues and the pattern repeats itself in Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico. She wakes up in a cold sweat one night in Vegas, confused as to why he’s gone. “Out getting food. Got hungry.” The message hits her in a weird place, but she is tired, sleepy, and in a haze; Emma accepts, does not question. He even returns with some Taco Bell for her.

Timeskip — 3 years:

[ APRIL 2018 ]

Emma is on her hands and knees in a bathroom, vomit dripping off the toilet rim. She can’t remember how or why she got here, but she’s here. Everything seems to be swimming backwards. Eventually she is able to collect herself off the floor, splash water against her face and wall-to-wall stagger back out of the bathroom. It didn’t work, she’s purged the worst of it but still feeling funny. “Oh, Emma, there you are.” A man’s hands wrap around her. He says he’s friends with Tomo. Says he’ll take her to him. Fade to black.

Waking up with strange bruises should not become a norm, but it does. Emma dismisses it, goes to work, does her best.

Things with Tomo are a violent rollercoaster; some days are great, some days nondescript; and some days downright nightmarish. They fight, throw shit, break shit, yell at each other. Things almost border on the unacceptable as words turn into threats, threats turn to action. A hand around the throat; a body pinned to the wall — her body, of course. His weed grinder he threw that hit her in the head which he swore he’d meant to only toss at the wall. It never crosses a line into the unacceptable, though. That’s what Emma tells herself. He might push her down on the bed, sure, but a bed was soft. He might squeeze her throat in the heat of an argument, but never so much that she’s passing out. He doesn’t hit, kick, or punch her. That was what abusers did, not him. 

She tells herself he can’t help it, his mother used to punish him and his father didn’t love him and now he lashes out the only way he knows how, on the only person he can. He didn’t grown up in as loving a home like she did. He had his reasons. It was okay. They were okay. And the makeup sex afterwards? The best ever.

[ MAY 2018 ]  A month later and Emma is walking in on some girl riding Tomo’s dick like the world was ending, right there on their couch. On their goddamn couch they picked out together, hauled up the stairs with the delivery men. Somehow, the worst part about it all, Emma’s fucked up brain tells her, is that Tito is there to witness it. Her innocent, furry son, witnessing his ‘dad’ for all intents and purposes, cheating on his mom. A ridiculously thought but one she has nonetheless as she’s driving away, Tito next to her in the passenger seat. She goes to sleep at a friend’s and sobs the entire night.

Despite herself, she doesn’t break up with him; but the rift is a mile wide and constantly palpable. Tomo becomes relentlessly apologetic. Not only does he beg forgiveness, he does it live on-air at a radio station, on social media, Emma bombarded by strangers she doesn’t know writing her to take him back. Then he goes and uses her personal kryptonite pulls a Lloyd Dobler outside her work with a Cocorosie song she was absolutely weak for. She hates making a public scene but the sentimental part of her is melting at the gesture, the boombox, all of it. Emma stays. He’d been a shitbag, but he was her shitbag, with all his lovable and terrible qualities wrapped into one person, and she just had to take the shit with the good. Because there was no one else she’d rather be with, ripping side-stitches from too much laughter at four in the morning, tears in her eyes for a good reason this time, from one of his horrifying jokes. 

He was hers and she was his, that’s just how it was to be. Well, as much as she could call him hers when he seemed to be everybody else’s in the process.

Emma does ridiculous, degrading, uncomfortable things in the name of love, and yet in the end she can’t hold on to the love she had for him in the beginning. Way back when they were going up on that ferris wheel at the pier and he looked at her like he had nothing but love in this world, for her. That was what hurt the most, because now the ferris wheel only went down.

There are threesomes, fivesomes, sixsomes, so many bodies in between hers and the one she loves, all in the name of exciting him, holding onto him, trying to be something for him that measured up to Enough. But none of it is enough. None of it makes him happy, nor did it make her happy. She gives him an inch and he takes a mile and then demands more, smiling with blood in his mouth.  She breaks down and becomes something she doesn’t recognize in the mirror. Whether it was an act of revenge or desperation, or finally wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, Emma sleeps with Corey, one of his best friends. She takes pictures, sends them to him “by accident”. She hates herself through it all, every moment of it, mostly for what he made her into. And yet, underneath all the layers of attempts at hurting him she was really just crawling on all fours, begging him to love her again, need her and want he the way he did in the beginning. Craving to get that first hit back, the one she had been on a residue high off of for four years, the one that now tasted metallic and rancid in her throat.

The worst part? Tomo doesn’t care. He texts her back, telling her to have fun, to send more pictures. She’s never felt this hollow, this empty, this non-entity of a being. The day of her high school graduation flashes in her mind, her dad telling her to never lose her identity, the core of what made her, her. Emma took that core and probably threw it into the Pacific. Somewher between Japan and California, it lies at the bottom of the ocean. 

[ APRIL 2019 ]

Turns out, Emma could draw a line, and that line was becoming accessory to a drug deal. She knew Tomo sold on the side to make up for all the money going into the records, but it had always been a few pills here and there, nothing big. But this? Fentanyl, Xanax, bricks of coke and hash? It was a lot. It was too much.

He sells the drugs and her to go with it, and that’s the end right there. The package she delivers to the apartment he asks her to deliver it to turns into a hostage situation, and she leaves hours later, bruises and caked blood on her. She can’t go home, doesn’t want to. She wants to jump off the bridge she’s crossing from Oakland back to the city. Any bridge, any of them would do. She understands why people jump from the Golden Gate now, or maybe always had. She was there now, climbing the railings, she was ready. She wanted that plunge so badly, would be sad to leave one parent, but good to be reunited with the other. Maybe there she’d be happy, maybe there she’d find peace. 

She calls Ben that night. She’s dry eyed and unemotional, but as soon as she gets the right words, verbalizes her situation, she’s sobbing again. Tomo is out of the city, across the country in Philly on tour. Now was the time, if there was any time for it. She’s not even done with the call when Ben is getting in his car to drive to her. It’s 6 hours from Ojai to San Francisco; he tells her he’ll be there in five. She never deserved a friend like him and never would, Emma thinks as she packs, hastily because somehow Tomo walking through the front door as a ‘surprise’ wouldn’t be out of the question. In the end, she can’t pack everything, has to leave so much behind, her records, books, knickknacks. Five years in this apartment and she’s leaving all of it behind, making a getaway in the middle of the night like some kind of burglar.

By three in the morning he’s here, and they get to packing her suitcases in the car, stacking them as best as they fit in his trunk and backseat, all of Tito’s things and then Tito on a bed in the seat in the back. Emma is in busy mode, stacking and packing everything as fast she can, still somewhere in the back of her mind thinking Tomo would appear at the last minute, and how with Ben here, things could get ugly. She doesn’t want them to get ugly. She loved him far too much to see him have to deal with Tomo, the only person in that specific firing line should be her and no one else.

They drive off. She only feels herself unclench an hour out of Daly City, somewhere in between the Bay and Southern California, where she can exhale. She’s still looking behind them constantly, wondering if every passing car could somehow be him. The saddest, most desperate part of all this that a part of her wants him to have followed. One last ditch attempt to get her back. An all out attempt, one where he would get on both knees and apologize, swear to never be this way again and follow through with it, because he was her person, he was her only person, there was nobody else in this world for her but him, but what do you do when you had to run from your person in the dead of night?

She pulls her raincoat tighter when they stop to get gas, a cold and windy middle of nowhere gas station. She’s not sure how she ends up embracing him, but they’re in it, and feeling someone’s arms around her, somebody that actually cares, who’d never hurt her, who was family, was her mom and his sister and everybody she loved rolled into one, feels like a reprieve. She feels like dirt for making him do this, making him worry, Emma was a piece of shit for that.

She says as much. He tells her to shut up, that she’s nothing like that and this was nothing that he wouldn’t have done for her on any night, any time at all. And maybe that, that was the night she fell in love with him a little bit, or realized she had always been, all along, but God likes to play Lucifer’s games with the little lives he watches over, and it wasn’t made to be, too late anyway since she’d left her heart in somebody else’s hands where it would stay. And he doesn’t need a mess like her anyway, just thinking of the name Catarina was enough. It had been five years but she still remembered the day like yesterday. How low he had been back then. How they would get high together and feel miserable together because at least they had that. They had Weetzie too, but she hadn’t experienced loss like they had, she sympathized but she’d never know what this particular slice of hell was like. But Ben and Emma knew. She knew it in that part of her ribs that met his, and she did not know what she would do if she didn’t have that, have Ben Abrams in her life. 

[ MARCH 2021 ]

Fast forward two years, and the ex is in town. Here, in Los Angeles. That very ex you worked so hard to forget, to heal from, to act like he wasn’t there. And yet, reminders of him were constantly there, everywhere. She doesn’t tell her friends, doesn’t tell anybody he’s in town, just balks when his so called best friend turns up in her neighborhood. She nearly grabs Tito and runs the other way, but it had been too late for that and they have a forced, awkward catch-up. He’s oblivious to anything happening, had barely known about her and Tomo breaking up. Figures, Emma thought, that he would act like nothing happened at all.

He’s in town, and every day she goes to work dreading something happening. She thinks she sees him outside the tattoo parlor’s window, but it’s someone else entirely. She’s losing it again, losing sleep, falling prey to her nightmares. Has a boyfriend now but even that doesn’t help, if anything, he’s a guilty reminder of just how little progress she had made, because she couldn’t devote the time and attention somebody like that needed in her life. Not when all she could think about was him.

The worst part is that once he’s long gone again, back up north, she’s feeling that hollow feeling again. Feeling upset that he didn’t seek her out, didn’t come see her. Even though she knew what an unmitigated disaster that would’ve been, the horrible, rotten part of her wanted it. Of course it wanted it. Two years and her skin still itched for him like an addict longing to be in the throes of fullblown relapse. But he didn’t track her down, call, or text, and that was that. Her only run-in with him involves a party flyer papered on a wall, his name in big stylized letters as the headlining DJ at the club. She stares at that flyer for a little too long, it burns itself in her eye like she’d looked at the sun for too long. And then she does the worst thing she could probably do, go on instagram. Only to find he has a new girlfriend. A brunette with tattoos who looked fun and flirty and everything she had been all those years ago.

That was the last tip of the scale. She reactivates her Tinder, finds some half okay looking guy, makes plans to meet him that night. It’s terrifying, so terrifying going through with, but she gets sufficiently drunk, then high on top of that, and goes through with it. Thinking of another boy’s name the entire time, his face, his body, hands and all the rest. Twelve hours later she’s leaving his apartment, no longer the nun of two years she’d become and feeling shitty about that on top of everything else. It was probably time to go see Karen again she thinks, smoking a cigarette under the sun that melts her while waiting for her Uber home. Thanks friends, thanks family, I’ve made terrific process with all your help and am now back to square one. Thanks for everything.  

Maybe in a decade’s time. 

Maybe she’d be over it by then.  

[tysondobbs]

43 GLENDALE ROAD, LAKEWOOD DRIVE NILES, IL house tour

This 2-bedroom, 1 bath has certainly seen better days and better nights, built in the 70′s and only renovated once since, in the 1990′s. Pretty much most of its amenities are in disuse or disrepair, its two current renting tenants are not exactly willing to fix shit because the landlord says, quote, “fix it yourself, I’m not bothered.” But the rent is decent if not downright cheap, and that’s the main draw of this place. Tyson’s lived here for the past 3 years and seen all manner of roommates come and go. 

BEDROOM. 

      Tyson tries to keep his bedroom to a certain clean standard, but more often than not you’ll find clothes strewn on the floor, bottles and empty glasses by his nightstand, a similar disarray in the closet, and most things in the room just being one step short of a ‘damn bitch you live like this’. The bed is a relatively new compared to the rest of the place, brand new when he bought it 2 years ago since the old one had been here since before he arrived (and creaked louder than all the combined past lives of the people have lived in this place). It drove his roommate back then insane, so a deal was made to toss the goddamn thing and go half-and-half on a new frame and mattress. 

      His work desk, where he sketches out shit for clients on some nights when doing it in front of the TV is too distracting, is in similar disarray, covered in crumpled up papers, ink, and leftover crumbs of weed and tobacco. 

      There’s little in the way of decor in the room besides a scarily lifelike model of Audrey 2 on a stand (that has freaked out more than one girl he’s had over). He has a Philips livingcolors lamp that can throw the room into any array of colors and moods (and set the mood...if u know what i mean). There’s also a Misfits poster to the left of the bed (he’s seen them live three times, in 2019, 2016, and once with his dad in 1998), and a Pharcyde poster to the right of it. Various other posters and flyers are littered around the room, for Riot Fest and the like. 

      His prized possession is a signed Weezer guitar that he won in a high stakes poker game in Vegas when he was 22. He keeps it in a case in his closet.

KITCHEN. 

      Given that Mitch works at a chicken joint and both he and Tyson are too fond of delivery apps in between that, the kitchen rarely gets action. And yet, piles of dirty dishes will still pile up on the weekly. Good thing they decided to be responsible between them and ask for a maid to come in bi-weekly to clean the place, or it would be a living biohazard by now. The microwave definitely sees more action than the oven, as neither of the boys cook. 

LIVING ROOM. 

      The living room is, surprisingly, the nicest feature of the house, with a coffee table that got an upgrade a year ago after their last one was left smashed to pieces during a house party gone wrong. There’s a decent sized flatscreen, and a PS4 that Mitch and Tyson lock up in a safe when they both leave the house, on account of all the break-ins. They’re known to spend most of their time here, and the living room reflects that, with all manner of weed and drug paraphernalia and takeout boxes usually strewn about the place. The couch and 2-piece armchairs that accompany it are cozy, if a little dirty, and all in all it’s not a terrible place to hang. 

YARD. 

      The yard gets occasional use when smoking indoors loses its charm. A hoop (no net) hangs on the garage wall, and opposite that three plastic stackable chairs round out a glass table (don’t sit on the orange one, it’ll collapse). There’s a rusted bike here for no reason, along with a DIY dog house in the far left corner. Tyson built it for when Pam doesn’t feel like sleeping inside. There’s a big ass Elm tree in the yard, next to which lies a black tire, attempts to make a tire swing happen that never happened. Some nights, you’ll find Tyson sitting under the tree, smoking, looking up at the stars.

OTHER RESIDENTS. 

     Tyson’s dog, a stray called Pam, and Tyson’s roommate, another stray called Mitch, round out the household. Pam is a lifelong stray and comes and goes in the house as she pleases through a flap in the back of the kitchen. Catch her wandering around Lakewood Drive looking like some kind of bad omen. Mitch is 25, Illinois born and raised, and works at a Raising Cane’s. He worked at a Wendy’s prior to that but he called one of his coworkers a ‘stinking fucking bitch’ and got fired. He’s mostly chill, except for when certain strains of weed make him go really paranoid and he thinks Tyson is an English baron from the 16th century sent to Niles to murder him. 

[cannabiz702]

Las Vegas Dispensary - Cannabis Store in Las Vegas : Cannabiz702

Weed delivery is a service that brings your fresh order of flower, edibles, tincture, or other products directly to your doorstep. We understand clients may want to stay home and simply receive deliveries. We accommodate our wonderful community by offering delivery across the Las Vegas.

Cannabiz702 offers comprehensive delivery services in Modesto and the surrounding Las Vegas communities. At Cannabiz702, we are focused on bringing you the highest quality cannabis products at affordable prices. We want the entire process to be as simple and easy for you as possible.

Weed Delivery Las Vegas offers a variety of different strains of marijuana, as well as edibles, concentrates, and more. You can browse their selection and choose the products that you want. They also offer a variety of different payment options, so you can choose the one that best suits your needs.

Weed Delivery is a great option for those who want to buy marijuana but don't want to go through the hassle of finding a dispensary. With Weed Delivery Long Beach, you can get your weed delivered right to your door without having to leave your house. Cannabis Delivery Las Vegas

Weed Delivery Las Vegas is the easiest way to buy marijuana online. With our wide selection of weed strains, we have something for everyone. And with our convenient delivery service, you can get your weed delivered right to your door. ABC Delivery offers the best Cannabis delivery service in Long Beach, Lakewood. Buy cannabis flower, Vapes, and edibles delivered fast to your door. Order now

Once you know what you want, take a look at the different delivery options available and choose one that's right for you. Are you looking for weed delivery in Las Vegas? Cannabiz702 is your one stop solution from where you can get weed delivery online in Las Vegas and surrounding areas. Visit now!

[thedispensarylasvegasnv]

Quit Smoking Marijuana - Benefits

Aсrоѕѕ thе globe thеrе аrе people thаt smoke marijuana аѕ іf іt wеrе a religion. It іѕ thе mоѕt used illegal drug worldwide.

Thеrе іѕ nо drug like іt, marijuana provides thе mоѕt tranquil feeling I hаvе еvеr experienced. But marijuana slowly took control оf mу life, іt bесаmе a daily habit аnd mу life changed fоr thе worse. At thе tіmе, I didn't еvеn notice.

Arе thе relaxing properties оf marijuana worth аll оf this? I don't think ѕо, nоt еvеn close. I chose tо quit smoking marijuana fоr good.

I hаvе mаdе a list оf reasons оf thе benefits tо help уоu quit smoking marijuana. I guarantee іf уоu smoke marijuana уоu саn relate directly tо mоѕt оf thе items оn thіѕ list аnd help motivate уоu tо quit smoking marijuana.

Quit smoking marijuana benefits list-

1. Feel whоlе іn уоurѕеlf

2. Guilt free

3. Nо bottomless pit оf a stomach

4. Boost іn уоur confidence

5. Confidence tо tаkе оn аnу challenge

6. Bе mоrе outgoing

7. Hаvе conversation wіthоut fear

8. Nо paranoia

9. A want fоr ѕеlf improvement

10. Clearer аnd healthier lungs

11. Lеѕѕ stress (seriously)

12. Sеlf control

13. Increased mental dexterity

14. Mоrе articulate

15. Greatly improved short term memory

Need mоrе reasons tо quit smoking marijuana?

16. Deal wіth stressful situations calmly

17. Increased energy

18. Reduction оf depression

19. Deeper interactions wіth уоur friends

20. Nо social anxiety

21. Sharper focus

22. Enjoy thе simple things іn life

23. A stack оf cash

24. Confidence tо try new things

25. Increased humility

26. Willing tо ask оthеrѕ іf уоu need help

27. Better relations wіth уоur partner

28. Ability tо learn new things

29. Improved аll rоund fitness

30. Enviromentally friendly, nо need tо waste power growing weed аnd using hazardous chemicals

Hаvе уоu еvеr thought tо quit smoking marijuana?

31. High ѕеlf confidence

32. Lеѕѕ paranoia

33. Safer driver

34. Nо struggle tо fіnd good marijuana

35. Nо need tо hang аrоund wіth dealers

36. Nоt funding organized crime

37. True аnd strong bonds wіth уоur friends

38. Nоt controlled bу аn addiction

39. Intimate dreams

40. Save tіmе

41. Higher levels оf communication

42. Clear thoughts

43. Smooth, nоn husky breathing

44. Nо risk оf legal implications

45. Increased joy аnd happiness

Yоu саn quit smoking marijuana!

46. Sеlf respect

47. Spare tіmе

48. Lеѕѕ sleep required

49. Fіnd a new ѕеlf

50. Look аnd feel rested

51. Nо tіmе limit оn уоur good moods

52. Calmer mood transitions

53. Improved smell аnd taste

54. Improved wіll power

55. Intelligent thoughts, thаt make sense tо оthеrѕ

56. Patience

57. Increased mental endurance

58. Focus tо finish a job

59. Feel rested іn thе morning

60. Thе return оf wіt

Website:- https://www.thedispensarynv.com/las-vegas-cannabis-dispensary

Contact Information

The Dispensary NV Recreational Marijuana Las Vegas - Decatur

Address:- 5347 South Decatur Boulevard #100, Las Vegas, NV 89118

Phone:- (702) 476-0420

Email:- info@thedispensarynv.com

External Links:-

Dispensary Near Me Dispensary Las Vegas Dispensaries Near Me Dispensary Dispensaries Las Vegas Cannabis Dispensary Cannabis Dispensary Las Vegas Cannabis Dispensary In Las Vegas Best Dispensaries In Las Vegas Las Vegas Cannabis Dispensary Las Vegas Marijuana Dispensary Cannabis Dispensary Marijuana Dispensary Marijuana Dispensary & Store Marijuana Dispensaries Near Me Dispensary Near Me Open Medical Dispensary Near Me Dispensary Delivery Near Me Best Recreational Dispensary Near Me Medical Marijuanas