Dakka or Docka Cakes.. whatever

The following is an account which i typed and logged on the 23rd February when i experienced the south afrian plant of the gods…

illustration of male and female cannabis plants

1:15-1:30pm

Chloe and I have been to the supermarket and bought what we hope will be a excellent cakemix.
I quickly wisk the contents before meticulusly picking half the total bud and breaking it up. Oh how i’d kill for a grinder right about now. I doesn’t help that earlier i’d bitten my thumbnail to short.

1:30-2:00pm

The cake cooks in a long metal tray which i’ve placed at the bottom of the oven, doing so with the intention of ‘baking’ the cake, instead of merly scorching the top, leaving a soggy centre.

2:00pm

I remove the cake, only to find the centre is still rather soggy. Chloe as been patient waiting for me so we can go down to the pool together. I am reluctant to keep her waiting any longer and decide the cake is cooked enough for me to eat.

2:30pm

We arrive down at the pool and have settled down on in favroute seats, ajacent to the edge of the infinity pool, over looking the low level security fence.
The cake is disgusting. It is by far one of the most revolting i have ever eaten, not due to the cannabis taste, but purely down the mixture. This is a cake mix suitable for vegans, and no egg is required. Maybe i should have bought a normal one.
I slowly pick away roughly 1cm3 chunks of cake and force them down my throat, resisting heaving and convulsing with every mouthful.

2:45pm

15 mins have passed, and i have finally managed to eat away the top of the cake, the inside is still moist and warm, it is much more palatable and i waste no time in ’schloping’ it down.
I am worried that even though there was a fair amount of bud, my current tolerance, combined with such a large cake and eating such a small slice - not even all of the slice was eaten - i will not feel any effects.
I make a mental note of the time and wait for this drug to overcome my body senses and enable me to view this world through the eyes of another reality.

5:30pm

Naturally there has been a huge jump of time. Somthing has happened alright.
I thought my cake piece was tiny and worrying if it was going to have any effect. I’m absoloutly blattered.

Chloe has just one more story left before she finishes the ” Cat o’ nine tails ” book.
She’s in the bath now just washing her face, she’s been talking to ” Albert & Lyn “, a pair we both meet up with last year.
We enjoyed a folley of conversation about many a things, catching up before leaving as the wind and clouds seem to have begun to roll in.

While i was down there, i only managed to squeze of a mere 20 pages of my book before joining chloe in the pool (this is before we met ” Albert and Lyn ” and left.. ).
A large part of the pool time was spent trying to perfom the most perfect, well gluided breastroke to get across the pool, like where you see how many strokes it takes to get from A to B.