|My mother's living room|
“Mom!!!” I exclaimed excitedly. “You have pot!!!”
“Huh.” I said taking in a big, pronounced whiff. “To me, it smells like a head shop. Or the backseat of a taxi cab. How much you pay for that pot?” I asked.
“It’s not pot. And it was almost $80 for a big bag.”
“Huh. You are better off just buying real pot. It’s much cheaper. I know a kid from high school. He actually doesn’t live too far from here.”
“MEGAN!!! It’s NOT POT!”
And then I spent the rest of the evening taking pictures of myself smoking the French potpourri and texting them to my brother with captions like "420 at Mom's house!"
|Rolling a Potpourri Fatty|
|420 at Mom's House!|
Overall, it was a pretty good night.