As a teen I delivered pizzas and sandwiches in the suburbs of Denver, Colorado.
At the time it was a sweet job, letting me work late into the night and rack up impressive amounts of tips.
Little did I know that 20 years later I would still be in Denver, and still be making deliveries for a living. Of course there is a major difference now, because I work for a cannabis dispensary and not a Pizza Shack. I love my job, partially because it pays well, but also because Denver is a gorgeous city and I never get tired of driving these streets. One of the more unusual aspects of my normal route is taking a two-hour jaunt out of Denver to visit a local artist colony in the mountains. These people are truly weird, having left Denver behind to start their own private community based around art. Since they never come into Denver, and don’t know how to grow their own cannabis, they order from us. The guy who owns this particular Denver dispensary used to go to school with the leader of this art colony. The first time I left the safety of Denver to meet these people I was a little intimidated. Was this a cult or something weird? It turns out they were normal folks, if a little eccentric, and they wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of Denver to find solitude. They might be weird, but they are all nice folks with a ravenous appetite for cannabis! I look forward to going back there.