B........2

Let's face it, I'm an old guy. Not crumbling into dust old, but definitely older than many of the cannabis-users I encounter. So when I got my new MM card in the mail (a mere three weeks after applying), I was faced with a unique situation: which of the many locations along 8 Mile would get my business. I've been in some real dens of iniquity in 50 years of imbibing, but many of the dispensaries along the strip look especially disreputable. Now that I'm finally legal, I don't need the drama and excitement of garishly named and painted businesses that look like they're hours away from their next bust. Instead, I found HHHC, a nice calm place that makes me wonder if I'll ever go anywhere else. The understated exterior doesn't even spell out the full name, and the fenced parking makes you think your car might be there when you get out. The staff is exceptionally friendly and knowledgeable. Ask anything about the hundred or so products they offer and you'll get a full answer, tailored to your needs. Donation-levels seem reasonable, with proper breaks for quantities. Everything is packaged airtight and securely, with professional labeling, including on edibles. And though they run a lot of people through the place, I never felt rushed or pressured. In fact, they seemed to enjoy the overwhelming amazement I was feeling and expressing. I couldn't find a single shortcoming to the entire experience, including when I got home and medicated with my new high-quality purchases. Helping Hands is the real deal.