Chapter Eighteen
DAM
I spread my purchases on the table and lay down for a few minutes, but I’m not tired; I’m energized. I’ve done it. I’ve added the CBD Cheeba Chews and the CBD/THC chocolate bars to my little stash, and I take a moment to admire the dispensary store bag that I could not walk down a street with. Man, it’s sharp. Then I put everything back in my luggage, fold up the bag and zip it into the luggage lining, map out how to get to the Denver Art Museum, finish the sandwich left over from yesterday, and re-bundle up. I had decided before the trip that I wanted to see something in Denver besides the inside of a c******s shop.
As I’m taking the elevator down, a family gets on. I say ‘hi’ and they don’t reply. The eight-year-old boy seems surprised at the greeting, and Mommy,
