I want to see him again
My friend Henry mom makes the best pot cakes in the world. I have never had cake with weed in it or so I thought. When I was in college, I used to go hang out at Henry’s dorm room. He would regularly have these amazing cakes out on the counter when I would come over. When I would compliment him on how wonderful the cakes were, he would often smile plus say that they contained his special ingredient. Now that I’m done with school, I realize that his special ingredient was often marijuana, and of course, back then, I had no clue that he was making pot laced cakes. I just knew that the more of them I ate, the more of them I wanted to eat! Henry didn’t entirely seem to care how much of his pot laced cakes I ate. Henry wasn’t exactly what you would call a controlling person. I guess he was pretty much the opposite of my upbringing, who would have completely flipped out if they knew I was ingesting any sort of marijuana, whether it was on purpose or not! Now that I’m grown up with kids of my own, I realize that feeding a college aged boy pot laced cake was entirely not the best idea, but Henry didn’t seem to care or get in trouble for it. So I guess it was okay. I want to see him again. I’m hoping that I might be able to go over to visit when I’m home for the holidays. Maybe he will even have some of that cake.