weedtime

A long, long time ago my friends baked a batch of brownies. One of them had managed to buy a batch of "really good weed" and dumped it all into the batter. I wasn't present during the baking, but when I got offered one I could tell just by the smell that it was STRONG.

I ate just one small brownie while we watched Pulp Fiction. My friends ate 2-3 each. "There's something wrong with these, I'm not feeling anything", they said.

By the time the film ended my friends were giggling and squirming on the couch. Coherent speech was far beyond them. I was also pretty high, but with a little bit of focus still in full control of my abilities. I brewed a fresh pot of strong coffee, drank a few cups and kept watch for an hour or two. It took a lot of effort, but I got my friends to drink some water and I walked/dragged each to the toilet, so they wouldn't soil the couch.

Then I made sure everyone was resting comfortably and walked home. It was a warm summer night and I remember vividly how awesome all the sounds and smells felt on that long walk.

Next morning I called to check up on them and everyone was feeling great, but not one of them had any idea what had happened after the 3rd act of the film.