I just found out that although it’s legal to use medical marijuana in California it can’t be taken across the state line. That would be fine if my glaucoma only affected me within the borders of California, but unfortunately that’s not how debilitating illnesses work. And what about my grandson living in Flagstaff, AZ who suffers from glaucoma? The Supreme Court obviously forgot about him when they made their horrible decision. My sweet little Nico suffers even worse than I do. Here’s a picture of him here:

You should see all the marijuana he has to smoke just to make it through the day. It's so sad because he's such a wonderful boy. After he’s done he takes whatever I have left and gives it to his friends. I honestly had no idea how prolific this terrible disease truly was. I thought it only effected seniors like myself, but according to Nico it’s become much more common among men in their twenties. And I think it prevents them from maintaining steady employment. None of Nico’s friends seem to have jobs. They just lay around his apartment until I arrive with my latest prescription refill and then Marcus, the one with the tattoo on his arm of the beautiful woman being stabbed, gets up and makes frozen waffles for everyone. Well, I hope that Mr. Scalia and all his friends in Washington read this and decide to change their minds about marijuana crossing state borders, if not for me, then for Nico.