A Surpising Number One Indica

This is PURPLE NIGHTMARE. Purple Wet Dream would have been better. Bad joke. Anyways the story of how I came across this bud is about as important as the bud itself so I will start from the beginning...
I was at work and I get asked to help this lady and her child out to her car. She had purchased over 400 dollars worth of toys, two full baskets worth, and paid with 10's and 20's. The lady who checked her out asked if she had her own small business or something. The lady replied, "More like a medical marijuana dispensary." Boy did my ears prick up.
While helping her out to her car I told her I had just recently got my green card and wondered if she knew any good places. She told me that her and her husband own a dispensary and then very loudly started going over the whole inventory right in the parking lot with her kid staring at her in the cart seat. Although it was awkward she gave me her name and number and address to her dispensary and told me to look her up on Weedmaps. She then tried to give me a 10 dollar bill but I refused (only because I could see my boss watching, normally that shit would be in my pocket). After the refusal she said, "Come down and I'll hook you up fat." That's all a Stoney Boy needs to hear. The next day I drove downtown to find the Weed Mom.
I drive down to the semi-ghetto and keep walking back and forth around this strip and can not find the place. I drive up and down the street for perhaps 30 minutes before finally I see a crippled guy walking through a big white iron gate. Jackpot!
I am admitted in by a 300 plus pound hippy security guard in his 60's. I've never been called bro so many times in any setting. This is the dirtiest, smallest, darkest dispensary I have been in. Hella sketched niggas with dreads and nappy fros and the ex-gang banger in the wheelchair. Finally I get admitted back to the bud room and who is standing there but the Weed Mom with her old saggy jugs hanging out.
She recognized me right away and was happy to see me. She showed me all of her buds and said, take a free eighth of any that you want. After living with Jews, I asked her for the most expensive one. That's when she pulled out this 55 dollar per eighth Purple Nightmare. It seemed so foreign and exotic in this dingy little piece of shit dispensary. It smells fruity and sweet. It is very frosty for a purple. The hippy guard asked her why I got it for free and she said it was because I helped her out to her car. He said, "I didn't know you had kids." And she goes, "It was my grandson actually." BOOM. Mind blown. Weed Grandma.
Purple Nightmare was really amazing and got me super baked to the point where I couldn't finish the bowl. Keep in mind my bowls that I vraped are around .6-.8 grams of the best shit you can find.
Stoney Boy Award- PURPLE NIGHTMARE is the winner of the NUMBER ONE INDICA!!! Congrats. Now the only bud left to review is the OFFICIAL BEST BUD and the NUMBER ONE STRONGEST CONCENTRATE. Stay tuned.