Re Up
One of the great things about living in California, aside from the weather, women, and scenery, is the fact that one can get a prescription for medical marijuana. As someone who knows many people who consume marijuana, I’m surprised more people don’t have prescriptions. ”I don’t want to end up on some list” is the excuse given most often. Usually, it’s the same people who will allow their computers to accept cookies so they can masturbate mercilessly. I guess we all draw our own lines in the sand. Since I got my first prescription, I have to return each year to re up. Although I’m 8 days early, since I was on the east side of town I figured I’d get it out of the way.
It’s a pretty mundane event. It’s like turning 21, now that you’re legal, drinking is old hat. The doctor’s office is on LaCienega between Holloway and Santa Monica. Coincidentally, I worked in the same building 15 years ago, when I got my one feature film credit. This building wasn’t suitable for cutting film, much less, house a doctor’s office. In any case, I walk in and sign my name on the clipboard. One of two sweet, enormous men, Dot-Com or Griz, tells me to take a seat. I sit down with about 6 others. Only one of them looks like they may have an ailment of some sort. Almost as soon as I sit down, Griz calls me in. He tells me to sit in the third of four seats. Five minutes later I’m called in to pay and hand over my California I.D. I return to seat three. Once the person in seat one stands, we all move down. I eventually make it to the doctor’s office. The doctor is a nice man. His medical certificate hangs next to his desk. It’s in a glassless frame so it’s a bit weathered. On top of his desk set many family pictures. None of them face him which I found rather odd. Maybe he’s tired of looking at his family. He asks me a few questions. Signs a couple of papers. Does a prostate exam. Is he supposed to put both hands on my shoulders when he does that? Then sends me back to the person I paid. That’s it. I’m sure my name is on some list, but it’s a small price to pay to be able to go to the store and treat my insomnia any time of day.
