I first met our Uncle Bob when he was locationd into an outdated folks beach house nearby where I live.
I had only met him a few times in our life, and didn’t suppose him undoubtedly well, but once he got transferred here I started going by to see him, however he was outdated and lonely, and as a member of the family I felt obligated to support him in some small way, however uncle Bob turned out to be a pretty nice guy, with a lot of good stories about our dad from the outdated days.
After 1 visit, Bob took out a huge jar of cannabis and handed it to me. “I want to ask you a favor, take his marijuana and bake it into some pot brownies for me.” He explained that the outdated folks beach house had a strict policy of no smoking, and as a long-time marijuana smoker he was desperate to get high! Although I had never made pot brownies before I just looked up a few tips and pointers online, and made 2 pans that evening. The next day I took them to Uncle Bob, who took 1 bite and said they were the worst pot brownies he had ever tasted. Then he thanked me, gave me a bunch more marijuana, and told me to do better the next time. I was shocked that Bob would be able to eat so various pot brownies by himself, but he said he was sharing them with a lot of other residents. He had a lot of friends and neighbors that wanted some pot brownies.