Times are tough, and until the economy turns around I have to take any job I can find.
My family needs money, so I work as a delivery driver and a courier for several local businesses.
Every day is a hustle in Lowell, and I can never slow down! I mention this because I have a new client, who is a little bit of an oddball and a recluse. His name is Tim, and a decade ago I knew him in high school. Tim has long since moved outside of Lowell to start his own “artist community” is how he describes it. These people live in a series of houses away from Lowell and the rest of society, to focus on their artwork. Since they never come to Lowell, that means they don’t have access to the amazing local cannabis. That’s where I come in. Every month I pick up a lot of cannabis from the local Lowell dispensaries and make the hour-long drive out to the art colony. I don’t want to give you the wrong impression, because based on this blog post you may think Lowell is a weird place to live. This is not true. Lowell is amazing, and I think the reason Tim moved away from here is that he wanted to explore his insanity a little more. Lowell is pleasant, nice, and quiet, a great place to raise a family. Tim moved away from Lowell for secrecy, and once he learns to grow his own cannabis I may never hear from him again. In the meantime I will keep collecting the pay and delivering the best cannabis in Lowell to my old friend, who I hope has not turned into a cult leader.