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Originally Posted by batreleaser

last week i returned to smoking weed after a year's abstinence. needless to say, i got super stoned that first time, and i immediatley became obsessed with weed once again. i bought an ounce the next day and ive been smoking all day every since. every morning before classes, and all day after class. its gotten to the point where i feel truly insane. but in a good way. out of all the drugs ive used in my day, i am convinced that marijuana is still my favorite for one reason: with weed, you never know exactly what the high is going to be like, different strands make for different potencies and different effects. some weed will make you spaced out, some weed will make your body heavy and lazy, some will make you feel deep thinking and divine, some weed can get very paranoid and nervous feeling, and these days, with these super strong strands (northern lights, haze, pineapples express, hehe just kidding on that one) can even get hallucinogenic. the weed ive been smoking has been great for the pain experienced from my shoulder surgery, actually working better than the 5 mg oxys they gave me. i must say, that year off the ganja was well worth it, because now, well i got totally stoned all the time. last night i feel asleep listening to coltrane's 'ascension', and i could actually hear the music in my sleep, giving my dream an amazing mindblowing soundtrack. thats another thing, weed gives me the best sleep ever. man, i sound like a kid whos just discovred this stuff, because thats what i feel like, the 14 year old skater kid who just started getting into smoking weed and listening to black flag. brings me back to better, more simple times. so yeah, thats my ode to weed. share some weed stories/thoughts/reasons you love it.

your post reminded me why i was once a pothead in the first place. holy fuck, smoking while camping at the beach in that awesome sun & ocean & all, with what at a time were great, fun friends.

but then, glorious highs become routine addiction, desire becomes need and anxiety, and my life goes to shit while i sink on what's an increasingly blurrier dream that on occasion turns to nightmare.

so, hm, i reserve it for festivals like bacchanalia & so on.