When I was back in Glasgow, it was the business to sit around and get "gaffed" with your mates on what we called "Chronic Excellence" and or "Cannabis Concentrate" I was more a "hash monkey", b/c grass wasn't that available at times. We rolled skins or gutted Silk Cuts to build "spliffs". And then we'd just plant ours lambasted selves for the remainder of the day watching Jet Li movies or Nature programmes.
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Originally Posted by SSJTWIZTA
and too much of it, yah fucken stoner!
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And here is a stoner. I was a picture of health. The greasy unkempt glassy eyed paranoid aura of someone that stays in darkened rooms getting "faced" on a near daily basis. It cost me money, my education (nearly), my morals,do about anything to get some, worse, my ability to maintain stamina playing soccer, and erm... when I sent this picture to a girl, she never wrote me back so I'll add my self-esteem
This is two years ago before I moved to Canada. For an after shot of someone relatively clean of it, check my profile..I still look stoned but I was just really tired...
Now that I'm living on the west coast of Canada in a city well known for it's amazingly potent grass. It's more tempting then ever. I just don't get too much into it. Too much at stake for me to fuck up over here and go back to being a perma stoner. Moderation is the key.
Now it's all moderation,