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Its also a waste of bud. Use heaps of leaf, if available for the cookies.
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Haha, the cake really knocked me over too. I've never touched weed since. I mean, looking back on it it's almost funny, but I literally lost my mind. I can't describe how badly I lost it, terrifying experience.
I've had cookies in Amsterdam and quite enjoyed the experience. But literally have no idea how to go about acquiring it back here, so have never tried it again
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If you're going to be making butter to use in cookies then a shitload of leaf is the way to go but 3-4 grams of decent quality hydro will be enough to get the job done. The only reason it isn't ideal is because you waste good smoking weed when a dirt cheap bag of crap will give you the same result in the end.
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don't use it even though my mates are getting into it at the age of 15, I'm surviving fine without out it, am prone to panic attacks, I know a girl who tried it and the third time it frazzled her brain and she went mad, trying to break into cars and hurt ppl etc., no need for it IMO
Marijuana isn't a drug, it's a leaf.
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Marijuana is the most commonly abused illicit drug in the United States. It is a dry, shredded green and brown mix of flowers, stems, seeds, and leaves derived from the hemp plant Cannabis sativa. The main active chemical in marijuana is delta-9-tetrahydrocannabinol; THC for short.
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Its actually a flower, you know stems, leaves and bud, and it is also a drug, but so is caffeine and paracetamol, so there is nothing bad about being a drug.
Hopefully the point you were making is that it is pretty harmless thing to be doing.
Just on the cannabutter thing, its going to be a waste to do it with 3-4grams, the choices you got there are either firecrackers (http://boards.cannabis.com/recipes/87246-how-make-plain-ol-perfect-working-firecrackers.html), or heating up some oil to melt the weed into, you will then need to strain the weed out (oil works the same way as butter), you can also melt the 4grams of weed into a pizza (make a pizza with lots of cheese up the top then cook till its about 10mins from being finished, add layer of weed to pizza then add a layer of cheese on top, cook the pizza for the extra 10 mins and its done).
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Hi all
have some questions on the whole marijuana issue.
Can it give you schizophrenia straight away, or is that only possible if you are a heavy user.
Also, say you have a jumpy personality, like always kinda jumping up and down, and shaking your leg all the time etc, does that make it more likely for you to get schizophrenia?
thanks
have some questions on the whole marijuana issue.
Can it give you schizophrenia straight away, or is that only possible if you are a heavy user.
Also, say you have a jumpy personality, like always kinda jumping up and down, and shaking your leg all the time etc, does that make it more likely for you to get schizophrenia?
thanks
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The symptoms you describe here are often the byproduct of the regular intramuscular injection of fluphenazine (aka Modecate), an anti-psychotic drug used in the treatment of schizophrenia. The condition is known as tardive dyskinesia. The onset of the symptoms usually occurs when the dosage of the drug has been reduced or substantially altered. It is one of many unpleasant side-effects of the drug, and along with attendant impotence, can cause patients to cease compliance with the (often legally-enforced) treatment regime.
This, of course, assumes that the person in question was displaying these symptoms after diagnosis and subsequent drug treatment. If this is not the case, I'm no use to you in answering your question.
Weed doesn't create schizophrenia in someone, but it can bring it out in you, and it can happen to some people weather they smoke once or heavily.
Some people also use weed to treat the symptoms of schizophrenia.
Can't answer the second part of your question.
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I've tried it but it doesn't do anything for me.
Makes me more depressed if anything.
I've never smoked and having a cigarette makes my head spin.
Exercise is the only natural high.
Makes me more depressed if anything.
I've never smoked and having a cigarette makes my head spin.
Exercise is the only natural high.
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I can recommend exercising the brain. The 'high' tends to come at the end of the exercise.
Wise decision on your part not to use weed. I've encountered quite a few people upon whom the drug had no effect. However, I've sometimes wondered if that was because the people concerned weren't aware of what the 'high' would be like, and therefore didn't recognise it as such. No matter, your life will never be worse if you don't feel the need to use drugs for stimulation/escape.
Between the ages of 17-21 I smoked a fair bit of the stuff. I used to think it was wonderul as well and I`d have sessions all the time. I watched it wrap its claws around and destroy several good friends and could feel it tearing away at my own psyche, slowly changing who I was, and it wasn`t for the better. I still smoke a joint or whatever if people have one around when we`re drinking, but I wont go out of my way to buy a deal and char up.
We used to spend hours hunting for the a dealer who actually had weed. You`d have a stack of guys sitting around texting away going through their phone and asking everyone they know who`s ever dealt, and then asking people who they`ve smoked weed with to ask their dealers. Every time someone got a half decent chance at a hookup, they`d excitedly announce it to the rest of the group, and usually sit with waited breath while the friend called their dealer.
The next step would be to find a bong. Eventually when people moved out, they all had bongs sitting on their tables, but when we were kids we`d often have to improvise and make our own. We`d buy plastic bottles and cut peoples` hoses. I knew some people who just cut hoses in the middle, got what they needed and got out of there. We got good at it though and because of a sense of guilt and for want of doing the right thing, my immediate group of friends would always cut it at the end, take the nozzle off, and replace it. After that, we`d burn small holes in the bottles and poke the hose through. Certain people were renowned for making air tight bongs, whilst others had reputations for struggling. Non airtight bongs were a waste of time and you couldn`t smoke properly with them. The solution was always chewing gum or sticky tape - whatever was available.
Probably the most exciting thing about it all was the missions we`d go on. When I first started smoking, all of us lived with our parents, all of whom were against smoking weed. We just thought they were stuck in the mud and didn`t understand what it was like to be a young person in the 21st century. So, we`d pack into someone`s car and drive off to a spot to have a car char. We smoked pot at just about every single lookout or secluded car park in the city I lived in. We`d sit in the car and talk about absolutely random shit. Our minds would race, we`d see the world in a different light, and thoughts that belonged in lunatic asylums all seemed perfectly sane. Whenever someone got a new car, we always had to christen it. We had our own lingo related to marijuana and could get away with talking about all our exploits in public pretty easily. The people around us must`ve thought we watched a lot of videos. Once people moved out, got their own houses and some started growing their own, it lost a bit of the excitement factor. Just like prowling the town for girls, half the fun was in the thrill of the chase.
At first it was fun. It was a way to pass the time, and it was a window to a new outlook on life. The downward spiral was pretty evident though. Being a big guy, I always saw it as my duty to drink more and smoke more than everyone else. Usually I could, but eventually it took its toll. I started having panic attacks in the middle of the night. The ****ed up disjointed thoughts would stick around for extended periods of time, and I`d get attacks of paranoia at random times.
I`d feel so bad about what and who I was becoming. I`d think about all that my parents had done for me, and all the people who loved me, and here was me, lurking around in the shadows cutting people`s hoses and spendng heaps of money on something that was just making me stupid. I worried about how it was such a large part of my life. I worried about things I said to people and wondered if I had offended them. Whereas initially I enjoyed the change of perception, I sometimes worry when I was stoned that one day I`d get stoned and my brain would stay like that. I`d heard a lot of stories from hardcore users and sufferers of drug induced psychosis about that one bad cone that sent them loopy, or that one bad pill that just ****ed them up. I`d met people who`d gone for years and always thought they were somehow immune to all the side effects of marijuana, then one day they just snapped. I`d get so paranoid about stupid, little things that normally wouldn`t concern me it was literally frightening. The next day I`d laugh that I actually cared so much about such insignificant things, but at the time, I thought the world was close to ending. I`
I was always a handy footballer. Initially I`d smoke a session during lunch at school and go to training after school and be fine, but as time went by, as I mentioned previously, it took longer and longer to wear off. Eventually it got to the point where , I would be a waste of space at football. I`d get in all the wrong positions, drop simple marks that I`d normally take with ease, and often just not know what was going on in drills. Cleareyes was always my best friend and I thought that people had no idea what I was up to. One day, my football coach took me aside and told me that I was throwing a lot away and needed to switch on, not just with regards to my football, but with life in general. I laughed it off, but deep down I agreed with him. I was ashamed of who I was and very, very guilty. The drug induced paranoia was fuelled even more.
Eventually, I just stopped enjoying it. It became a chore and the excitemnt was gone. I had a small, select group of friends who I thought would always be there for me, but eventually realised had little in common with me other than getting shitfaced. My girlfriend at this stage of my life was a perfect 10, but pot put a stop to that. I`d be out all the time getting stoned, and she`d ring me asking where I was and what I was doing. I`d feel like I was being interogated and try to hide what I was doing due to my shame. I`d always be nowhere and doing nothing. I think she thought I was off seeing other girls or something, but she couldn`t have been more wrong. Eventually I told her that I didn`t want to be with her anymore, she started crying and that`s the last thing we said to each other for about five years. I knew things weren`t right when I`d gone and chosen smoking pot with my friends over one of the most amazing women on this planet.
New driving laws meant that if I got stoned I couldn`t get away with driving anywhere. I just ended up sitting around at peoples` houses playing xbox and watching movies getting stoned.
I found myself spending heaps of money on pot (and other things) and the more involved I got, and the more I spent, the more involved in the criminal element of society I became. When I was younger, we`d run in, get what we needed and get out. When we started getting ounces rather than sticks though, dealers wanted to get more involved with us. I remember how mad it made me the first time I spent a heap of time in this one dealer`s house. He had thousands of dvds, big screen tvs, sound systems etc, and I knew that my friends and I had probably paid for most of it. I still smoke a joint or whatever now if I`m at a pub and someone produces something, but I don`t just sit and get myself stoned beyond belief anymore. There was more to life I`d decided than just sitting around getting smashed with my mates. I`d managed to save a bit of cash and took the new lease on life as an opportunity to go travelling. Unfortunately, many of my friends didn`t follow suit.
Of the small circle of maybe 15-20 friends I smoked with, two have since killed themselves and one can`t hold down a job because of his drug induced schizophrenia. One of the guys who killed himself was a close friend of mine. He was always a confident and outgoing bloke and an absolute weapon on the football field. His marks at school were also outstading. He was one of those guys that everything he touched turned to gold. I found out later that he was a good chance to get draftedso, but that coaches thought he`d dropped off during his last and most important season. Funnily enough, this was the year he started smoking pot. When he smoked pot, he`d talk and talk and talk and talk, and would laugh at just about everything. He was one of those guys that just seemed so full of life.
Then one day he changed. It was an obvious change and everyone wondered what was gong on. Rather than laugh, talk nonsense and have a good time he just went quiet. Even when he wasn`t stoned his personality changed. I didn`t know at the time, but knowing what I know now, I`m surprised I didn`t pick it at the time. He was obviously fighting some serious inner demons. He killed himself last year. He threatened to kill himself a few times and joked about it, but I don`t think anybody thought a kid as good at life as him could do it. We all went through the ecstasy scene, but I think he was a bit heavier than any of the rest of us. His death can`t be wholly attributed to pot, but pot played a major part in it. I can`t help but wonder if he stopped at the same time as me, or if someone had noticed the signs and tried to help him when we first started to notice that something was up, whether he`d still be alive today?
Matera, take it from me - there is more to life than pot. Don`t let it run your life, which it eventuall will if you let it in. You seem like a really intelligent kid and your future appears to be bright. It really is no good. I`ve noticed in a lot of your posts that you`re having similar thoughts to the ones that I started having at the time the drugs started playing football with my brain. Ask yourself what`s important in life and realise that despite what a lot of people say, pot, just like all the other so called `harmless drugs` will chew you up and spit you out. Don`t end up just another statistic.
We used to spend hours hunting for the a dealer who actually had weed. You`d have a stack of guys sitting around texting away going through their phone and asking everyone they know who`s ever dealt, and then asking people who they`ve smoked weed with to ask their dealers. Every time someone got a half decent chance at a hookup, they`d excitedly announce it to the rest of the group, and usually sit with waited breath while the friend called their dealer.
The next step would be to find a bong. Eventually when people moved out, they all had bongs sitting on their tables, but when we were kids we`d often have to improvise and make our own. We`d buy plastic bottles and cut peoples` hoses. I knew some people who just cut hoses in the middle, got what they needed and got out of there. We got good at it though and because of a sense of guilt and for want of doing the right thing, my immediate group of friends would always cut it at the end, take the nozzle off, and replace it. After that, we`d burn small holes in the bottles and poke the hose through. Certain people were renowned for making air tight bongs, whilst others had reputations for struggling. Non airtight bongs were a waste of time and you couldn`t smoke properly with them. The solution was always chewing gum or sticky tape - whatever was available.
Probably the most exciting thing about it all was the missions we`d go on. When I first started smoking, all of us lived with our parents, all of whom were against smoking weed. We just thought they were stuck in the mud and didn`t understand what it was like to be a young person in the 21st century. So, we`d pack into someone`s car and drive off to a spot to have a car char. We smoked pot at just about every single lookout or secluded car park in the city I lived in. We`d sit in the car and talk about absolutely random shit. Our minds would race, we`d see the world in a different light, and thoughts that belonged in lunatic asylums all seemed perfectly sane. Whenever someone got a new car, we always had to christen it. We had our own lingo related to marijuana and could get away with talking about all our exploits in public pretty easily. The people around us must`ve thought we watched a lot of videos. Once people moved out, got their own houses and some started growing their own, it lost a bit of the excitement factor. Just like prowling the town for girls, half the fun was in the thrill of the chase.
At first it was fun. It was a way to pass the time, and it was a window to a new outlook on life. The downward spiral was pretty evident though. Being a big guy, I always saw it as my duty to drink more and smoke more than everyone else. Usually I could, but eventually it took its toll. I started having panic attacks in the middle of the night. The ****ed up disjointed thoughts would stick around for extended periods of time, and I`d get attacks of paranoia at random times.
I`d feel so bad about what and who I was becoming. I`d think about all that my parents had done for me, and all the people who loved me, and here was me, lurking around in the shadows cutting people`s hoses and spendng heaps of money on something that was just making me stupid. I worried about how it was such a large part of my life. I worried about things I said to people and wondered if I had offended them. Whereas initially I enjoyed the change of perception, I sometimes worry when I was stoned that one day I`d get stoned and my brain would stay like that. I`d heard a lot of stories from hardcore users and sufferers of drug induced psychosis about that one bad cone that sent them loopy, or that one bad pill that just ****ed them up. I`d met people who`d gone for years and always thought they were somehow immune to all the side effects of marijuana, then one day they just snapped. I`d get so paranoid about stupid, little things that normally wouldn`t concern me it was literally frightening. The next day I`d laugh that I actually cared so much about such insignificant things, but at the time, I thought the world was close to ending. I`
I was always a handy footballer. Initially I`d smoke a session during lunch at school and go to training after school and be fine, but as time went by, as I mentioned previously, it took longer and longer to wear off. Eventually it got to the point where , I would be a waste of space at football. I`d get in all the wrong positions, drop simple marks that I`d normally take with ease, and often just not know what was going on in drills. Cleareyes was always my best friend and I thought that people had no idea what I was up to. One day, my football coach took me aside and told me that I was throwing a lot away and needed to switch on, not just with regards to my football, but with life in general. I laughed it off, but deep down I agreed with him. I was ashamed of who I was and very, very guilty. The drug induced paranoia was fuelled even more.
Eventually, I just stopped enjoying it. It became a chore and the excitemnt was gone. I had a small, select group of friends who I thought would always be there for me, but eventually realised had little in common with me other than getting shitfaced. My girlfriend at this stage of my life was a perfect 10, but pot put a stop to that. I`d be out all the time getting stoned, and she`d ring me asking where I was and what I was doing. I`d feel like I was being interogated and try to hide what I was doing due to my shame. I`d always be nowhere and doing nothing. I think she thought I was off seeing other girls or something, but she couldn`t have been more wrong. Eventually I told her that I didn`t want to be with her anymore, she started crying and that`s the last thing we said to each other for about five years. I knew things weren`t right when I`d gone and chosen smoking pot with my friends over one of the most amazing women on this planet.
New driving laws meant that if I got stoned I couldn`t get away with driving anywhere. I just ended up sitting around at peoples` houses playing xbox and watching movies getting stoned.
I found myself spending heaps of money on pot (and other things) and the more involved I got, and the more I spent, the more involved in the criminal element of society I became. When I was younger, we`d run in, get what we needed and get out. When we started getting ounces rather than sticks though, dealers wanted to get more involved with us. I remember how mad it made me the first time I spent a heap of time in this one dealer`s house. He had thousands of dvds, big screen tvs, sound systems etc, and I knew that my friends and I had probably paid for most of it. I still smoke a joint or whatever now if I`m at a pub and someone produces something, but I don`t just sit and get myself stoned beyond belief anymore. There was more to life I`d decided than just sitting around getting smashed with my mates. I`d managed to save a bit of cash and took the new lease on life as an opportunity to go travelling. Unfortunately, many of my friends didn`t follow suit.
Of the small circle of maybe 15-20 friends I smoked with, two have since killed themselves and one can`t hold down a job because of his drug induced schizophrenia. One of the guys who killed himself was a close friend of mine. He was always a confident and outgoing bloke and an absolute weapon on the football field. His marks at school were also outstading. He was one of those guys that everything he touched turned to gold. I found out later that he was a good chance to get draftedso, but that coaches thought he`d dropped off during his last and most important season. Funnily enough, this was the year he started smoking pot. When he smoked pot, he`d talk and talk and talk and talk, and would laugh at just about everything. He was one of those guys that just seemed so full of life.
Then one day he changed. It was an obvious change and everyone wondered what was gong on. Rather than laugh, talk nonsense and have a good time he just went quiet. Even when he wasn`t stoned his personality changed. I didn`t know at the time, but knowing what I know now, I`m surprised I didn`t pick it at the time. He was obviously fighting some serious inner demons. He killed himself last year. He threatened to kill himself a few times and joked about it, but I don`t think anybody thought a kid as good at life as him could do it. We all went through the ecstasy scene, but I think he was a bit heavier than any of the rest of us. His death can`t be wholly attributed to pot, but pot played a major part in it. I can`t help but wonder if he stopped at the same time as me, or if someone had noticed the signs and tried to help him when we first started to notice that something was up, whether he`d still be alive today?
Matera, take it from me - there is more to life than pot. Don`t let it run your life, which it eventuall will if you let it in. You seem like a really intelligent kid and your future appears to be bright. It really is no good. I`ve noticed in a lot of your posts that you`re having similar thoughts to the ones that I started having at the time the drugs started playing football with my brain. Ask yourself what`s important in life and realise that despite what a lot of people say, pot, just like all the other so called `harmless drugs` will chew you up and spit you out. Don`t end up just another statistic.
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^^^^^^
That post should be emailed to every Year 10 kid in Australia.
I basically wasted my 20's due to pot and its something that haunts me almost every day.
The most dangerous thing about marijuana is that people don't think its dangerous.
And by the time you realise, its too late.
That post should be emailed to every Year 10 kid in Australia.
I basically wasted my 20's due to pot and its something that haunts me almost every day.
The most dangerous thing about marijuana is that people don't think its dangerous.
And by the time you realise, its too late.
Great post Cam.
I've been getting on this shit a lot over the last 2 months and everything you have posted is spot on. Sitting with mates waiting for it to arrive, announcing it in front of your friends and everyone gets excited etc etc.
I've been getting on this shit a lot over the last 2 months and everything you have posted is spot on. Sitting with mates waiting for it to arrive, announcing it in front of your friends and everyone gets excited etc etc.
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It's not the pot Cam.
You needed the emotional crutch at the time.
You needed the emotional crutch at the time.
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Awesome post Cam. Even in the relative annonymity of an Internet forum, it definitely takes a lot of courage to share that. I agree with Daytripper's sentiments as well re: the Year 10 kids. There's too many young people who just throw their lives away with drugs. My high school was a private all-boys college, but I saw a few of my friends there change after they got involved with drugs, and it wasn't for the better.
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I appreciate the post Cam. I've been sort of following some of the stuff in here since the thread started and I have noticed that a lot of people say that pot's just a bit of fun.
So just to put my 2 cents worth in here, I've never tried the stuff but my Dad is an addict... here it is from another person's point of view, instead of the actual smoker.
My Dad's a heavy user who is now 45 years old and he's been smoking marijuana since about 15 I think. He's also an alcoholic and god knows what else he's on. Basically, he sits around all day everyday getting drunk and high and cares for no one but himself. Including me, he has 3 daughters.
My half sister (who is not his daughter) came around just before and told me that he was at the same pub as her last night and got in a fight with a young woman. Apparently it ended in him spitting in her face and threatening to bash her and her boyfriend, infront of everyone that was there.
I'm 16 and live in a small town, and it sucks to hear these things about your own father, but what's worse is getting the looks from people who find out about all of these things through the grape vine and judge me and my sisters based on what he does.
Last year he also had to go to court after getting really high and bashing a man with a crowbar for basically no reason at all, and that was one of many apperances he has had to make there for countless stupid things he has done. Now, he is banned from leaving the state.
He lies, cheats, has never had a proper job, his memory is terrible, and is a really bad Dad too (it is 4 years in a row now that he has forgotten my birthday). We have always had a strained relationship, but since he and my Mum split up almost 4 years ago, I bearly ever see him, and he lives about a 5 mintue drive away from me in the same town.
I remember coming home from school one day, I would have been about 10, and there was a couple cop cars outside and they were searching my house because someone had called them and tipped them off that my Dad was growing, somking and selling his own pot. As a young kid who had no idea at the time about any of this sort of stuff, that was pretty hard to take.
Just recently he has also become involved with some guys who are part of the Hells Angels, which scares the shit out of me.
He's a very violent man and is involved in a fight almost every weekend, which has given him a bad name and reputation, and although he has never physically abused anyone in my family, when he was around he was either out in his shed getting high or yelling, screaming and swearing about the smallest of things. I am embarrassed to tell people who my father is because everyone just gives me one of those half sympathetic, half 'sorry I asked' kind of looks.
That's just a short list of the sort of things he does and the person that he is. I just wanted to say that because he started smoking marijuana at a young age and never stopped, and although him ruining his life and bringing down those around him cannot be solely blamed on the fact that he is addicted pot, it would surely be a different story if he had never started it in the first place, especially because it lead him into a whole lot of other things.
Some people on here say it is just a bit of fun, and I understand that, but at a certain point it's bound to change. You think you are not hurting anyone, but most of time you are.
So just to put my 2 cents worth in here, I've never tried the stuff but my Dad is an addict... here it is from another person's point of view, instead of the actual smoker.
My Dad's a heavy user who is now 45 years old and he's been smoking marijuana since about 15 I think. He's also an alcoholic and god knows what else he's on. Basically, he sits around all day everyday getting drunk and high and cares for no one but himself. Including me, he has 3 daughters.
My half sister (who is not his daughter) came around just before and told me that he was at the same pub as her last night and got in a fight with a young woman. Apparently it ended in him spitting in her face and threatening to bash her and her boyfriend, infront of everyone that was there.
I'm 16 and live in a small town, and it sucks to hear these things about your own father, but what's worse is getting the looks from people who find out about all of these things through the grape vine and judge me and my sisters based on what he does.
Last year he also had to go to court after getting really high and bashing a man with a crowbar for basically no reason at all, and that was one of many apperances he has had to make there for countless stupid things he has done. Now, he is banned from leaving the state.
He lies, cheats, has never had a proper job, his memory is terrible, and is a really bad Dad too (it is 4 years in a row now that he has forgotten my birthday). We have always had a strained relationship, but since he and my Mum split up almost 4 years ago, I bearly ever see him, and he lives about a 5 mintue drive away from me in the same town.
I remember coming home from school one day, I would have been about 10, and there was a couple cop cars outside and they were searching my house because someone had called them and tipped them off that my Dad was growing, somking and selling his own pot. As a young kid who had no idea at the time about any of this sort of stuff, that was pretty hard to take.
Just recently he has also become involved with some guys who are part of the Hells Angels, which scares the shit out of me.
He's a very violent man and is involved in a fight almost every weekend, which has given him a bad name and reputation, and although he has never physically abused anyone in my family, when he was around he was either out in his shed getting high or yelling, screaming and swearing about the smallest of things. I am embarrassed to tell people who my father is because everyone just gives me one of those half sympathetic, half 'sorry I asked' kind of looks.
That's just a short list of the sort of things he does and the person that he is. I just wanted to say that because he started smoking marijuana at a young age and never stopped, and although him ruining his life and bringing down those around him cannot be solely blamed on the fact that he is addicted pot, it would surely be a different story if he had never started it in the first place, especially because it lead him into a whole lot of other things.
Some people on here say it is just a bit of fun, and I understand that, but at a certain point it's bound to change. You think you are not hurting anyone, but most of time you are.
^^ exactly why booze is far more dangerous, especially mixing with herb.
Been lucky to have run a successful business without a drop of alcohol in the last 8 years. Much more productive these days with a nightly spliff to take the edge off. Not recommended for drinkers.
Been lucky to have run a successful business without a drop of alcohol in the last 8 years. Much more productive these days with a nightly spliff to take the edge off. Not recommended for drinkers.
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^^ Ok. If you say so.
Do you have kids?
Do you have kids?
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^^ So you plan to have kids and continue smoking marijuana? Not recommended.
Speaking from personal experience, they will grow up resenting you. It's more painful to learn that your parent is on drugs than I think most people realise. I don't hate my father, but basically I am at a point of indifference, which is far worse than hatrid imo.
But hey, I'm not going to argue with you, everyone is entitled to their own opinion and to make decisions for themselves. I'm not judging anyone.
Speaking from personal experience, they will grow up resenting you. It's more painful to learn that your parent is on drugs than I think most people realise. I don't hate my father, but basically I am at a point of indifference, which is far worse than hatrid imo.
But hey, I'm not going to argue with you, everyone is entitled to their own opinion and to make decisions for themselves. I'm not judging anyone.
