Every once in a while, my company sends me to San Francisco for a job seminar. I like going to San Francisco for a couple of different reasons. First, I don’t take the kids or my wife on business trips and it is really nice to have a bed to myself and no noise at night when I’m trying to relax. Don’t get me wrong. I love my family immensely, but three kdios can be a handful and I enjoy the week away from everyone. It’s a nice way to relax and unwind. I also enjoy going to San Francisco because they have legal cannabis. I don’t get to use cannabis at home, because it isn’t accessible. If it was accessible, my wife and I would have a conversation about daily use or cannabis in the house. Since it isn’t legal at home, there is no reason to argue with my wife about the dangers of smoking weed. She really gets bent out of shape when I try to claim that cannabis is a medical plant instead of a street drug. While my co-workers and I were in San Francisco that week, I ordered a bunch of different cannabis supplies from a local dispensary. They brought the items right to my hotel. I didn’t even have to leave my room to get cash at the ATM, because the delivery driver brought a machine and swiped my credit card in a few seconds. I stayed High the entire time I was in San Francisco, thanks to the loose recreational cannabis laws and very lenient supervision at the work seminar.