We were heading to dinner in the San Fernando Valley and wanted to get there hella early to avoid the traffic.
We curved through the canyon and I assured Rachel she would love our before-dinner pit-stop at The Green Man.
“What is that?” asked Rachel, “a marijuana dispensary?”
This is particular funny because North Hollywood (or NoHo) has more marijuana dispensaries than it does disappointed actors who thought they were moving to a city somewhere in the vicinity of Hollywood. Yah, Whoops!
Regardless, this Green Man is no “pusher”, but an apothecary: a seller of wares relating to healing, crystal, potions, third eyes and other such bric-a-brac.
We entered and were immediately scowled at by the staff who seemed to have sensed our adolescent auras. We persevered.