I smoke so much weed in the apartment I can’t even odor it anymore; Like the odor of low tide, after a while I just grew accustomed to it.
If anything, the apartment odors weird when there isn’t pot smoke in the air.
All of that had to change when my cousin Marcus came to stay with myself and others for a few days. Marcus is still in high university, and wanted to tour the local university campus, so she asked to crash on my couch. Marcus has very strict, religious parents, so I wanted to clear out some of the funky marijuana odor before she arrived. I thought I did a fantastic job and got rid of the tell-tale scent of cannabis, but I was wrong. Marcus odored cannabis as soon as she walked in the house! I was so used to the odors that it just odored normal to me. Right away, Marcus started to ask myself and others a lot of questions about cannabis. She was a teenager, ready to transfer out on her own, and she was very curious about trying marijuana. I was sympathetic to the kid, but on the other hand her parents would skin myself and others alive if they found out I gave marijuana to their precious baby girl. Marcus made the choice for me, when I came out of the shower later that night I could clearly detect the odor of marijuana smoke. I found him in the residing room, sputtering and coughing on her first toke of cannabis. She swore that she wouldn’t tell her folks, so I packed us up a fresh bowl.