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The Marijuana Truffle Story
April 21, 2024
I just realized yesterday was 420. That’s how old and square I am. I was talking to my friend Laurie when I remembered. We talked a little about our experiences and I decided to dust off this old piece. This all took place in 2015, so it’s been a while, now. My friend, my “partner in crime” has since passed. I had a magical summer with him and his wife and young children. The Marijuana Truffle Story is now a bittersweet memory.
The Marijuana Truffle Story
It’s been about eight years ago now. When I was still working in Olympia. I had to give a presentation to a large group of professionals in downtown Seattle. I did well.
My colleague and I had driven up together. After the conference, we decided to go for dinner to avoid Seattle rush hour traffic.
We found a nice place on Queen Anne hill. Before we ordered, my partner in crime said, “I’ll be right back. I left my phone in the car.”
When he got back, there was the very distinct smell of pot.
“You smoked!”
“Yes, but I didn’t lie. I did leave my phone in the car.”
“I want some!!!”
“I didn’t bring enough. But it’s legal!!! We can go buy some!”
