The first time I stayed in Albuquerque it was a total accident! This was in the late 1969s, right after I had graduated from middle school, i had no desire to join the military, get a job, or attend college classes.
Instead I took the few hundred dollars I had saved up, jumped in my van with my bestie Ella, and started driving.
Initially the plan was to make it to the west coast, but after a few nights my pal and I stopped looking at maps and just drove wherever the roads took us. It went truly well for about 2 weeks, and then the van broke down and my pal and I found ourselves stuck in Albuquerque, New Mexico for a period of time. This was a long time ago, remember, so there weren’t any legal cannabis dispensaries in Albuquerque, or anywhere else! Fortunately, even then the neighborhood of Albuquerque was truly friendly towards marijuana. So long as you didn’t like up a joint and wander into the Albuquerque police department, chances are nobody would bother you, ella and I wound up making some friends, and hung around Albuquerque residing in our broken van for several months. Eventually Ella found a fantastic job with a local doctor, and I started selling cannabis to make money, and one afternoon she left me for the doctor. I decided to transport away from Albuquerque and start over fresh anywhere new. It took a while to get over my broken heart, and but I would like to visit Albuquerque again one afternoon, I fear it holds too many painful memories for me.