So me and my pops are watching the Presidential election 2012, I had just come home from my Vietnamese homie’s dispensary with a brownie and some medicated ice cream… I take a quarter of the brownie and give it to my dad- he eats it and says that it is delicious. My father then begins to peer pressure the hell outta me to take a quarter myself. NO NO NO- I chuckled and said naw i’m good. Then he starts to hit me with the sad face- DAD what the hell your 73 years old, don’t act like a little bitch. Yall he said to me, all I want to do in life is have one moment where I am high with my son… WHAAAAAAT! I laughed out loud and said FUCK IT- took that quarter of the brownie and had a few spoonfuls of the ice cream. If you have never tasted a medible, LORDT JESUS, the right person in the kitchen can make them amazing- and you will taste the THC in the medible. It taste like how weed smells- if that makes any sense. So- 25 minutes had passed and I felt nothing- my dad was sitting in this $1500 recliner I had purchased for him (i’ll tell you more about the recliner at a later date). I asked my dad if he felt anything and he said no, so I decided to go run to Safeway and grab a few things to cook for dinner but not before I ate another quarter of the brownie (big mistake). I got into Safeway on Rainier in the south end of Seattle, walked to the right where the produce is and outta no where like a damn FREIGHT TRAIN 🚅, school bus 🚌, moving truck 🚚 and an aaambaaalamb 😂 (ghetto talk for ambulance 🚑 it hit me. No creeping up on me it hit me- I WAS HIGH AS THE KITE Benjamin Franklin flew in the thunder storm on June 10th 1752. LordT Jesus my world was rocking- everything started to happen in slow motion (medibles give you a body high). I looked over to my left and there was a Seattle Police officer about 10 feet away from me- I swear he was there to take me to jail for public intoxication or a WWH (walking while high) or something. I remember doing some kinda ninja roll out of his line of sight but the shit happened so slowly it actually caught his attention. I was behind some peaches and kiwi’s breathing hard and sweating because I knew I was going to jail. So i tried to peek over the produce 👀 🍍 to see where the police officer was and the dude had disappeared. I went into extreme panic mode (because I didn’t realize that I had been hiding behind the produce for about 6 minutes and not 2 seconds like I thought). So i finally went back to my cart and spent the next 39 minutes walking up and down every aisle in the Safeway – guess how much stuff I put in the cart- ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY NOTHING but a box of Frosted mini wheat’s… no one in the United States east frosted mini wheat’s anymore but Donald Trump but I had them in my cart. It took me another 15 minutes to make it to the check out line and get out of the Safeway. Now I got to the car and got nervous, I knew I was high so I wondered what the hell was going on with my dad, I called the house but no one answered. I was only 5 mins away so I figured I would get there, I pulled out of the Safeway and there is a red light as soon as you pull out of Safeway… so i stopped. Too bad the red light that I was stopping for was the red light over 1/2 mile up the road. I sat at the GREEN light for it seemed like an eternity until someone honked behind me… Yall aint goin believe this- it was the police man from inside the store 😓. I thought I was going to shit my pants. I turned on my emergency flashers and pulled off into the parking lot that was directly in front of me and the cop just drove off. So i waited for what seemed like 99 minutes (which was really about 3 minutes) and got back on the road. I promise you I drove the whole half mile about 15 MPH paranoid the whole time because everything was moving still in slow motion to me. I parked in the back of the house and walked inside with my got damn Frosted Mini Wheat’s cereal, yeah it seemed like it took me 8 minutes to walk 30 feet and when I hit the door my dad saw the box of cereal and said, “Who eats this shit- Frosted Mini Wheat’s is for terrorists 😭. I asked him how he was feeling and he said I feel great great great. I made it back to my room and the highness just kept getting higher and higher ☁️. I promise yall I was on cloud 32 1/3 and yes there is more to this story- TO BE CONTINUED…

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