Si - my mate - knew how incredibly lucky he was to be alive, and even more lucky not to have lost absolutely everything he had. He was able to start another degree in Manchester (much closer to home, in Bolton, where his parents could keep more of an eye on him), but his story was horrendous and I doubt he'll ever recover from it.
Eventually I lost touch with him, and all my other mates from halls, because there was far too much inertia - I'd go to see them and none of them ever had anything to say (and half the time they couldn't string a sentence together, they were so f**ked).
Most of my other friends who do a lot of weed have never really had too many problems with it but they've all stopped short of dealing - one or two have grown their own as an experiment, no more.
Posted By: Ottosson Foxtrot, Jun 22, 10:25:21
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