I vividly remember making myself sick after seven joints in one evening.

I'd been in Manchester about a week, and simply couldn't say no. Nothing like easing yourself in, is there?

The guy in the room next to me was trying to quit smoking, and of course a joint didn't count as tobacco (although he was smoking to ease the nicotine craving), so he'll roll one up about noon, and start smoking. So I would too.

And that was the end of my year, really ...

Posted By: Ottosson Foxtrot, Feb 14, 01:21:10