It Was That Bastard All Along!!

So here we are. After all these years. After blog posts, relapses, self discoveries, breakdowns, rituals, and a thousand conversations with myself, we’ve finally arrived. And now I’m about to ruin the entire blog.

The whole premise. The whole quest. The hours and hours I’ve spent philosophising about the deeper meaning of quitting weed. All the existential questions. All the internal monologues. Because my eureka moment, the thing I’ve uncovered after this long and noble journey of introspection, is probably the most obvious thing ever discovered.

It was the tobacco.
That bastard.
All along.

Let me dress it up in as much ridiculousness as I can, to soften the blow of how spectacularly obvious it is. We’re not talking Indiana Jones cracking ancient riddles here. More like a bloke who just figured out water is wet.

The year was 2018. The place, Amsterdam. Of course it was.

I stroll into a coffeeshop, ready to do what one does in a coffeeshop, and I see something that stops me. No tobacco. Weed is fine. Joints? Sure. But actual tobacco? Forbidden. As if someone had walked into a pub and announced, no glasses allowed. Drink straight from the tap.

Weird, but whatever. I’m adaptable. On each table, there’s a pot. A weird little pot of something green. Not weed, not baccy. Something different. Turns out it’s herbal tobacco. Essentially dried grass dressed as a nicotine replacement. Looked a bit like weed itself, which confused my fingers for a second. It was free. That was all the reason I needed.

So I used it. Rolled it. Smoked it. And you know what? I quite enjoyed it. No nicotine. No sketchy vending machines. No wandering the streets stoned trying to buy baccy from a man named Erik with a vending code and a cold stare. Just me, a joint, and a weirdly pleasant absence of inner compulsion.

BACK IN ENDZ

Came back to the UK, and though I had dube in my drawer, plenty of it, ready to go, I just couldn’t be bothered. Couldn’t be bothered to get high. And that’s when I thought, where the hell had Smeagol gone?

This is the same Smeagol who, come 8:30PM sharp, would start whispering in my head” like a Victorian butler who also happened to be a fiend. “Master, it’s time, you must prepare the precious!” I mean, even if I was mid-orgy with ten of my favourite porn stars, proper lineup!!! I still would’ve peeled myself away just to roll a spliff. Because as powerful as their collective grip(s) may have been, weed had the stronger overall grip on me, and that’s saying something!!

Smeagol always won.
But not this time.

Like any rational man who just discovered something powerful, I went straight to eBay and bought a sack of dusty old leaves off a stranger. More herbal tobacco. Job done. I rolled with it. Permanently. I don’t smoke rollies. I don’t want baccy. I just wanted the weed.

And then it hit me, properly hit me, that the thing dragging me back night after night for years wasn’t Mary Jane. It was nicotine. That physically addictive bastard. Sneaking into every joint, every ritual, every high. All this time I blamed the weed. Gave it lectures. Wrote blog posts about how I was addicted to it.

Nah.

It was the nicotine dressed up in a joint, like a parasite in a party hat.

SPREAD THE LOVE

Naturally, I shared this groundbreaking revelation. I told my mates.

“Lads. It’s not the weed. It’s the tobacco. I’ve figured it out. I’ve cracked it. I’ve beaten the matrix.”

They mocked me. (rightfully)

One mate tried the herbal stuff and said it tasted like foot. Not a foot. Just foot. Singular. As if he was well acquainted with what one tastes like. Which raises questions I’m still not ready to ask. The name stuck. Now we all call it Foot.

Another mate still uses it to cut his tobacco, which is something. A step. But no one really followed the gospel. The church of Foot never found its congregation.

That’s fine. I didn’t preach. I just kept going.

And now here we are. Six years after launching this whole blog to understand my weed addiction, and what do I come back with?

Tobacco is addictive.

Well done, mate. You’ve rediscovered the wheel. Reinvented fire. Congratulations. Here’s a medal and a GCSE in bloody obviousness.

But here’s the real point, buried underneath all the self mockery.

Weed is fun.
Weed is tasty.
Weed is sometimes silly, sometimes spiritual.
But it’s not heroin.

You can get addicted to anything, cheese, bread, Instagram, chaos, but it’s not the same as chemical dependency. Tobacco, that’s a hook. A real one. And it had me. For years. Pretending it was the weed.

The Americans don’t mix weed with tobacco. And I get it now. They dodged a bullet. A brown, crumbling, fifteen quid a pouch bullet.

So yeah. I didn’t quit weed. I just removed the bastard that was actually in charge.

And once he was gone?

I finally got my life back. Or at least, I got to choose when to light up.

Which, in the end, is all I ever really wanted.

When Friends & Family STEAL your WEED!

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o you went downstairs made a sandwich mulled for a bit, made your way back upstairs to your room sat down in your trusty chair, unpaused that YouTube video you were halfway through.  Everything here seems fairly normal so what’s the deal right? However, beknown to yourself things couldn’t be far from the trust.  For come the end of your once filled bag of weed and how much you’ve sold compared to how much you should have sold isn’t adding up? Now the person in this story has no clue what’s going on for they’d never believe their loved ones could steal from them let alone accuse them. However we know different not cos people are inherently bad but moreover, the title of this blog gives it away.

So what now?

This answer doesn’t need delay or elaboration for it’s simple, time to lock the hell up! Be it is safe or strong box the days of leaving your stash out in the open are very much over.   And with the additional effort of having to lock up your stash every single time you’re not in the room a least will come the peace of mind that every single microgram of cannabis is accounted for.

 

Do you confront your thieves?

Firstly you must ask yourself is there any point in doing so, for they may just flatly deny any knowledge of stealing anything which may just lead to more frustration. Now if you’re particularly of the savvy kind and are equipped with hidden Wi-Fi cameras that activate on movements and can prove that somebody has indeed been dipping your stash this footage could assist you in confronting the thief.  However do be aware that this could also be the end of your friendship, or could be the beginning of a family feud that could last for many years. To which in the end you just have to ask yourself is it worth it and as the answer be no then live with this you must and never speak a word you must not.

Do Your Parents Actually Believe That Your Marijuana is ‘Medicinal’

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So let’s take this back to many a day when wasted. I would spend hours setting up my bedroom with fans and canned air fresher to combat the fat ass Dubey that I had rolled.  I remember leaving the room after smoking one to only come back to only realise that the entire upstairs corridor stank out! MISSION FAILED.  I didn’t have a balcony or a big ass window but tried none the less to work with the room and create an Amsterdamesk Smoke-Free CoffeeShop environment.  Things would be great, they really would and I put that down to the great weed I’d be smoking.  This was complete zen, in my place of choosing everything was perfect…. right up until my mother bursting into the room shouting obscenities at me.   Occasionally, during the summer with everybodies windows open, my smoke would go around the house and enter my sister’s bedroom.  I’ll never forget how she ended up screaming at the top of her voice outside the window at midnight “STOOP SMOKING CANNABIS!!, IT’s ILLEGAL, I’m CALLIN THE POLICE!!” Now I was high as fuck, but hearing her voice echoing around the neighbourhood her shouting at the high of lungs was kinda a buzzkill.

THEN ALONG CAME MEDICINAL MARIJUANA

On the 19 Oct 2009 in America the U.S Justice Department announced that federal prosecutors would not go after medicinal users and distributors who complied with state laws.  Back then nobody really knew what was going on, as under US Federal Law weed was still illegal even in states that legalised it hence we saw an explosion of dispensaries being stormed into my large teams of DEA.  However almost a decade later, it seems that this is actually real and I watch YouTube videos with people referring to their ganja as ‘medicine’ which is a testament to how times have changed.

When Actually Was Marijuana used as Medicine

The earliest mentions of medicinal use go back to 2900 BC Chinese Emperor Fu Hsi References Marijuana as a Popular Medicine that possessed both yin and yang. Then again 2700 BC according to Chinese legend, the emperor Shen Nung (also known as Chen Nung) who was considered the Father of Chinese medicine, discovered marijuana’s healing properties as well as those of two other mainstays of Chinese herbal medicine, ginseng and ephedra.

Do Your Parents Believe That You Use This As “MEDICINE”

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Being shouted at

As a sufferer of severe Sleep Apnea, I was diagnosed very late and despite owning a CPAP machine I’ve been unable to use the machine and benefit from it and hence my Sleep Apnea remains untreated.  I quit cannabis for about 6/7 months, only to discover that my sleep was heavily impacted.  I would wake up at random intervals throughout the night i.e 1.30am, 3.30am, 5am, 7.30am, 8.30am.  This would drive me absolutely crazy, as I was literally unable to stay under as my sleep apnea was actively waking me up.  My ENT specialist initially prescribed me many different meds, which I found to be overpowered or far to strong, and when I researched online I found that side effects of some of the pills where just not worth it.  Alas I moved back towards smoking weed and I found specific strains of cannabis to be very effective in helping me sleep, as THC was medically proven to be conducive to breathing.  However, I would find explaining this to my parents an uphill struggle.  Whilst the drug remained illegal in the UK for all purposes, my family were not convinced of its medicinal value and just called me a JUNKIE and A DRUG ADDICT.   My sister showered me with “You’re GONNA DIE, and it’s because you’re a DRUG ADDICT” and over emotional sentiments, which then weeks later I found my parents reading off the same script, which doesn’t surprise me as BITCHING about me in my family is almost a TRADITIONAL pasttime! Alas i’m on my own with my believes (shared by the entire world) but till then I draw my curtains, and get the fans ready for sadly my illiterate parents choose to deny any positive fact of its medicinal value, and my sister is just stubborn and must win & be right regardless to any cost.

HERE are the following countries have legalised cannabis for medical use as of 2018.  When the FUCK is UK gonna be on the list???

  • Argentina
  • Australia
  • Canada
  • Chile
  • Colombia
  • Croatia
  • Cyprus
  • Czech Republic
  • Denmark
  • Finland
  • France
  • Germany
  • Greece
  • Israel
  • Italy
  • Luxembourg
  • Macedonia
  • Malta
  • Mexico
  • Netherlands
  • New Zealand
  • Norway
  • Peru
  • Poland
  • Romania
  • San Marino
  • Slovenia
  • Spain
  • Sri Lanka
  • Switzerland
  • Turkey
  • Uruguay
  • Vietnam
  • Zambia
  • Zimbabwe

 

The Wonderful Story of the Disgruntled Dealer


THE ROUTINE

So often does it happen that you’ve been picking up your weed from the same guy from years and years.  It’s almost a routine, you go in, take a seat, talk about what’s been going on, even sometimes express your deepest and darkest secrets to this man as after all he’s not connected to anybody – it’s almost as good confession, right? After all, you surely can’t be judged badly in the eye of a full-time drug dealer right?  So yeah life is good, his weed is generally pretty good and so what’s there to complain about it.  He makes you a cup of tea and tells you where he picks up his stuff from. “Does he TRUST ME?” you wonder to yourself. He leaves the room, with an open bag of weed, to which you approximate the quantity quietly to yourself.  “He MUST TRUST ME!!! There must be at least 2 Pounds of weed he’s left with me unattended – I COULD STEAL IT ALL, LEAVE THE COUNTRY, CHANGE MY NAME, Own in FARM IN AFRICA!!!” He then returns back with your cup of tea and proceeds to roll a joint.  This is what they call “the ol leave the bag of weed in the room” trick, standard procedure which has been passed down to dealers from generation to generation.

ON SALE : MAGIC WEED GROWN BY ELVES OF MORDOR

So once comfortable with your dealer and he with you, let’s talk business son! “Have a look at this stuff” he hands you a massive bud from his sack. This is your cue to look at the weed in the light and return back glorious compliments of how wonderful and crystaly and amazing this stuff is.  You’re the best!! Sir, How much for this FANTASY weed that you possess.  “It’s pretty hi-grade stuff, it’s a little bit more expensive that than the usual” At this point, you wonder “didn’t you have this same sack here last week” Alas, you stop wondering and reconnect with his speaking again, and reply as if you were listening the whole time.  In which among his blurb was a price, of how much the damage will be for this WEED that has been grown by the Elves of Mordor.  More expensive? but only by $10 you think,… fine! As you’ve travelled so far anyway to get here, seems pointless to care for a ten.  HOld on? wasn’t it a ten more last week and the week before that?? In fact, what was once $340 an Ounces is now $490 cos apparently this new shit is “REALLY GOOD and apparently worth the amount…Grown by Elves remember!?!?!”  You start to ponder on this and you wonder if you really can leave this house without buying anything?

Almost like the stock the exchange, the price of this FANTASTIC MYSTICAL AND MAGICAL WEED keeps going up and up every bloody week.

AND JUST LIKE THAT, IT ALL DOES DARK!

Quite literally, one day you decide!! “I’ve had it! I will no longer be a slave to you pressure me selling weed, which in fairness was always good but not quite MORDOR level one thinks.  WELCOME the Dark Markets from the DEEP WEB….HELLOOOOO!!! So one decides through a friend who happens to be adept with the deep web and knowledgeable in this area to get some stuff in, can’t hurt for a change.  To begin with, it is dark very dark until you open the PACKAGE, and exposed are the beautiful buds of weed were the light bounces off the crystals blinding you and everyone else in the room.  This experience is life changing and affects the core of how you see life – can you ever go back to the way it was?

SO WHAT DOES YOUR EX-DEALER THINK ABOUT THIS?

NOT HAPPY? – NO SHIT SHERLOCK… HELL NO, he ain’t fucking happy about this! He broke the 2nd law of business which was ‘DO NOT BE GREEDY’.  Those who flease, and extort may receive larger than usual payouts, however, that also could be the last payout.  It’s unfortunate, but it’s simply a no-brainer, buying online allows you the ability to shop about, and choice weed at prices that suite you and assuming you’ve found a good vendor you can buy some absolutely insanely good weed.  Now your ex-dealer lets it slide the first week, and perhaps even the second, but wait you’ll get a phone call asking you to come over as he’s got “some cheaper weed to sell if you’re interested”.  You attended as requested, and on entering you realise clearly, it’s the same stuff as before as I mean let’s be honest, that 2-pound bag of weed isn’t disappearing overnight.  Let’s give the guy of a break, he’s lost some big business here and some could argue it’s not his fault, others could say it was his fault as his continual racking up the prices i.e his greed led his customers to explore the potential of looking elsewhere. On doing they found better and bright deals, which actually suited them more in every way. So sure, Mr EX DEALER will be really annoyed at you, and he won’t be shy to show it.

CONCLUSION

It’s like anything in life when a window glazing guy appears to your door, or an electrician claiming you need all your house wiring changed else FIRE!!! It’s usually crap, and if you look around you can find a better deal.  Alas, the moral of our story here today was that greed forced our dealer’s customers to explore the possibility of looking elsewhere for their gear and what they found was just better in every single way times ten.  The dealer or EX-dealer as we’ve referred to him here really has to suck eggs on this one, and truly has himself to blame ultimately.

For what would he do be the situations reversed, where he could buy a much superior product at a lot cheaper price, from what you’re selling? No brainer? EXACTLY.

CLEAN – 2 Months 6 Days 15 Hours and 54 minutes later … and counting

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So sure I’ve been clean before but never this long!! This must be some personal record and definitely feels like one as I’ve experienced truly new things on this trip. So back to the old question do I miss smoking weed? Occasionally yes I do- I won’t lie there are times when for that I’m feeling smoking A FATTY usually is the perfect remedy and the right fix. That said unfortunately I went there and got the T-SHIRT and crossed over into the addict zone and by doing so crossed myself off the casual user list permanently.  The funny thing is I still don’t know how to roll a joint properly, unlike so many of my fellow smokers, each joint I think subconsciously I role in a different way on purpose.

Being sober now what came back?

backFirstly and for mostly let’s just go there I have my brain back and seeing my mental horse power return has really felt just fucking AWESOME!  My memory recall is accurately on point, where I can CONFIDENTLY remember I left my keys I can easily recall dates to have any numbers such as times and the thing that most stands out are numbers/details aren’t blurry in my mind anymore – I believe many describe this as brain fog. I’m a lot more active now that I was before as for the obvious reason I am not constantly using a sedative in the high-volume every single evening. I.e. I wake up much easier in the morning almost like a PC start-up time if you wanna call it is much like Linux running on the SSD(Computer science joke apologies).

The myths

dreamingMy mind isn’t as any less creative than it was before, if anything being high all the time was mearly my way of putting my brain into creative mode but just being stuck there and I’ll ultimately be unable to exit that mode and actually action any of the ideas that I had conceived.  I walked closer and closer to the world of being a dreamer.  Unfortunately my appetite is not as bad as it was before as back in the old days even though I was full to the brim being a high meant that I was able to continuously eat into the early hours of the morning this is not the case.

My society?

The last 10 to 15 years of my social activities have been based around weed smoking with smokers so my decision to quit ultimately was always going to have an impact on people around me.  The first couple of weeks I isolated myself and didn’t attend usual friend sessions in the fear that I may break. However a month later I am more than happy to be around all my friends while they’re all smoking weed in ample amounts and not divulge in the activity myself. Sure while I’m there I smoke a tiny rolly of tobacco as a substitute however truth be told I never liked tobacco or cigarettes really hence the fear of becoming an addict of being a cigarette smoker was never really on the cards for these reasons.  My social society adjusted to this change pretty quick and painless.  I’ve been such a prolific and long term smoker I was worried that this may have been more of an issue here however none of these things were the case.  To all my friends that wanna quit but can’t quit for they’re stuck in the same loop I was I  hope the one day that they can find something strong enough to hold onto to allow them to let go of the stuff, because God knows it took me almost all of my adult life to do so.

Conclusion

So it’s been two months and 10 days and blah blah blah whatever the title says and I guess I’ve saved two things or three depending on how you wanna look at it.

Firstly –  money. I was spending a fixed amount every week to purchase drugs, which I no longer do. I calculate that I have saved somewhere near £300-400 on just buying weed alone and that’s not including tobacco cost which would take the total the up higher.

Secondly – time.  As soon as I would get high likelihood of being productive would drop to somewhere between 5 to 10% as I would be blissful sedated and extremely docile. Once in that state I couldn’t be bothered to do anything and I would much rather sit and dream about things I was going to do however the sad reality would be that hardly any of those things that I would dream would actually come to fruition.

Thirdly – my life. Like I said this one is subjective and more or less a combination of the other elements. It seems too important just to not discuss this regardless as ever since quitting and going clean my productivity has shot up somewhere near the 60 to 70% mark and changes are happening right in front of my eyes with little to no effort. It seems apparent now that weed was my jailer for very many years!!! A jail where I voluntarily opted to stay in . As a musician I just dreamt of new concepts and never implemented them.  As a human being my goals in life and objective as the days went on turned more and more into a pipe dreams and as time went on I lose faith in the reality of it all.

Do I miss smoking weed? The feelings of being high is amazing and undisputedly beautiful and for this reasons we choose to stay in this jail cos it’s nice and peaceful there, trouble free… What weed give you is truly magnificent, however what it slowly siphons away from you is your life in return.

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Deploying COLD TURKEY commencing, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

COLD TURKEY

Hello again, haven’t we met before. My name is COLD TURKEY, and yes we’ve definitely met before.

Yes that’s right, I’m the guy that wrote a blog called HOW I QUIT WEED and wrote a few articles on actually doing this but then wrote many many more articles on why smoking weed was the shit!  So few friends laughed with me, the others (behind my back) laughed at me and now things aren’t going so well.  SO …. Mr.COLD TURKEY IS IT!

WHY THIS DRASTIC Discison, Ease Into It Right??

I ask you this question sincerely and dearly… Did “easing into it” ever work for you? i.e cutting down the amount you smoke slowly till you’ve quit.  Like did that ever work anyone??? On paper the concept seems perfect and the most logical way of going about doing this, but in practicality and in reality, it’s BULLSHIT and doesn’t work at all.  You’ll shout at me here, saying “oh no, in your personal experience you mean” or like those DICKHEADS on twitter who all tweeted at me saying “BOI YOU AINT GOT NO BALLS (DISCIPLINE)” I told them TO SHUT THE FUCK UP and WAKE UP, cos they’re IN DENIAL.  They aint stopped smoking weed one single day in their lives, however they just pretend they can when they want to and preach the rest of the time and I really haven’t got time for those fools.

Cold Turkey Is Less Painful In The Long Run

Lets break this down, whether you’ve been smoking everyday leading up till your “LAST” smoke or just had a few doesn’t make any difference for the minute you are intoxicated, your system has weed it in and there will be absorbed traces in your fat lining / blood for the next 30 days.  Hence is makes it no easier to give up the herb, however you run up to the event and ultimately three quarters of this entire battle lies in your mind anyway.  I used this EXCUSE of a method many times in my life and I personally blame this approach for so many of my failed attempted and just general time wasted.  I should have just been more logical / direct about things i.e I want to stop smoking for a while OUTCOME DECISION : I won’t smoke tomorrow or the day after tomorrow and the day after that.

The Problem with Smoking Around the Clock?

You and your smoking buddies been chilling for years now, man you probably can’t even remember a different time to how it’s always been.  So it started out a great thing to do, you really enjoyed yourself it was cool, you would hang with the guys and do your thing, nothing was wrong with this picture –  right?  You all had your good times, but then I dunno maybe it took five years, or ten or even fifteen years but you soon realised (as did everybody else) that “Damn I SMOKE too much shit!”, and that “This shit is making me too chilled out!!” and perhaps even “..I could do with feeling some of the pain, and worries of life cos I’m too lax right now, like I ain’t got a worry in the world” Now here lies a problem, for maybe what we’re told about Worrying and Anxiety is counterproductive. i.e it’s BADD and you shouldn’t do it, cos it’s BADDD okay! For maybe when we worry and get anxious about stuff there’s a reason behind it, and sometimes perhaps a really good reason for it – some could say it’s your bodies way of telling you “DUDE, Don’t you think you better do something about that thing”.  It almost works like a warning light in your car’s dashboard when you’re running low on gas, or your water tank need refilling.  Now you wouldn’t find a mechanic telling you to “TURN ALL THOSE LIGHTS OFF MAN, JUST ENJOY THE RIDE!!” for that would be suicide right, and without worry and anxiety you’re doing the same thing and is also suicide.

Obviously this isn’t true for everybody AT ALL but for some deep inside their conscience they know smoking around the clock is really just a way to cover up what’s wrong with their lives, and this doesn’t just apply to weed it is a general sign which should be looked out for in context over abuse of any substance.

Friends Who WONT Let You Out Of The Circle

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So then there’s your crew which for some it is still the collective mind, and even if the days of everybody getting together and getting high as fuck are well over their influence is still always there.  Don’t be surprised if your crew find very good arguments for you to continue smoking as you were, everything is fine, don’t worry.  This isn’t necessarily cos everybody is evil and out to get you but could be for even simple reasons like how when a relative goes to hospital, people tell you “don’t worry everything will be fine!!” obviously they aren’t doctors, they’re just telling us this to make us feel better.  Of course that said  then there are the few, who actually may have mal-intentions when they hear of you quitting the herb.

MALICOUS INTENTIONS, WHY?

We’ve all been there and I don’t think it’s right to sit here and judge anyone on this but ultimately there will always be those who will greet the news of you quitting negatively, which may seem odd as to why they would even care what you’re doing – however there are many reasons as to why this may be the case.  Most certainly if you’ve had these friends for a while, it’s quite likely they’ll be somewhat similar to you in someways and may have similar issues, and problems that they’re also using weed (or other substances) to run away from.   Point being that the news of you “leaving the ship” may bring attention and extra highlight their own issues resulting in them giving you counter advice such as “Nah man, there’s no point in quitting weed – the problems are elsewhere mate” or the one I had was “go abroad, and quit there cos that’s the only real way it’ll ever happen, no point even TRYING HERE!! don’t do it.”

 HOW YOU DEAL WITH THEM?

People will be people, and you have to let them be as they choose to be, as if news of you quitting the herb affects them then you’ve no choice but to either continue as you were and ignore them, or cut them out till you feel ready to be able to socialise around other cannabis smokers without the neccesity to cave in.

SO TO CONCLUDE

Rediscovering your long lost discipline can be an ore awaking experience and can completely change your life.  It’s very commonly seen that conquering a fear can lead to a domino effect of other phobias being also conquered using the same power and momentum.  Nobody should blaming weed for the problems in their life, and we should always look at ourselves and tackle substance abuse properly as soon as it becomes an relevant issue.  If it was so that you had the power to change yourself for the worse then logic concludes that you also have the power and the means to change yourself for the betterment of you and others around you.  So I encourage you to embrace that inner strength and focused positivity and let it lead you to a place of happiness, where at this place even if you choice to smoke like a pipe – NOBODY WILL BE ABLE TO SPEAK BADLY OF YOU,

 

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If You Ran Out Would Your Friends Really Be there?

PHONE ANGER

You’ve got enough left for one dube, shall you smoke it? OH GO ON – GET HIGH you deserve it you’ve been good. So you smoke it, it’s okay you can get some more tomorrow from the usual guy at the usual place.  Alas arrives tomorrow and you text the usual guy and get ready to go the usual place but he takes his time to reply and as you know from experience this happens – so you remain ready.  However, when he does reply the news it’s not quite what you expected “HE OUT”.  Now this message is meant to be a police safe SMS, i.e. “I’m IN” meaning I got shitloads to sell as opposed to “I’m OUT” meaning very quite the opposite as the sentence suggests anyway.  As you start to think about implications the choice to smoke or not has now been removed and as the reality sinks in and you’re left wanting it even more and more, so what to do.  Time for the DUBEY TEST!

THE DUBEY TEST

Have you ever wondered how many people would actually be there to help if you couldn’t score some weed.  Well today you could find out, by trying out the dubey test.

  1. Find 3 to 4 people you smoke with most often with.  Preferably people you have seen in the last 14 days.
  2. Text them explaining that you’ve run out and that you’re looking to smoke a joint with them if possible.
  3. Count your replies.

RESULTS

THE LOVED

the lovedThese results can be interpreted into one of many ways to mean one of many different things.  It could be that all 3 / 4 people respond immediately saying “COME OVER RIGHT NOW, In fact I’ve sent an UBER round to come get you so save you the effort of driving” In which case you have the nicest friends in the world and you should remain happy that they hold you such high esteem, one day you’ll have to make the difficult choice of making one of these great men your best man or woman.  LUCKY YOU as you sit there in somebody’s flat smoking copious amounts of somebody’s else weed and for a moment you feel like a kid in a candy store.

THE MEDIUM

So out went that group text and the people who you knew wouldn’t reply, didn’t, as expected, but however you hold out on some of the people as you never know what could happen – You’re still open to being surprised.  Now, as expected you ones whom you didn’t expect a reply don’t and outta of the remaining you get one positive response – HURRAY!! You’re perhaps not loved but nor do you feel hated either, as there’s somebody out there who cares enough to be your beam of shining light.  You go to bed singing their name, and their praise and one day when they try the dube Test on you – be sure to greet them with balloons and cake.

THE NO REPLY

theloneNow we come to you, unfortunately yes this happened where you waited eagerly staring at your phone.  Made sure the ringer was on, incase you missed their call or text and you checked the ringer further again twice more… it definitely was on.   An hour went by and still nothing and now it was no longer about smoking weed with anyone but your pride and ego is under threat.  Does nobody care?? REALLY?? the reality sinks once more – this was massive, you know they’ve all recieved and read the message and rather than replying being honest they’ve opted to concoct a story the following day.  You go to bed feeling nothing but bitterness and spite towards these people for one day they’ll ask you for something and that day you’ll remember this one!!! and like that you cry yourself to sleep…..zZZZ

THE FOLLOWING DAY

Come the afternoon, strangely around the same time comes flooding in 2 of 4 cretans whom ignored your cry of help and now wish to EXPLAIN.

“SORRY JUST SAW THIS! I’M OFF TO THE SHOPPING MALL LATER YOU WANNA GO?”

[Translation] : I completely ignored your cry for help, and don’t really wanna talk about it – CHANGE SUBJECT – CHANGE SUBJECT – CHANGE SUBJECT

“Soz just saw this , you still wanna smoke?”

[Translation] : I also completely ignored your cry for help and don’t really wanna talk about it but I’m gonna offer you a smoke knowing most likely you’ve probably picked up but I’m gonna still try and be your saviour.

THE TRUTH

Let’s be honest with ourselves when we analyse the meanings and results of the dubey test.  Firstly if you’re fast asleep and one of your junkie friends texts you asking for a hit you’d be probably just go back to sleep right? ME too, so that’s forgivable in ways if you reserve the shoe.

Time of text is a crucial variable? 

I think it’s appreciated that sending out emergency texts thirteenth hour could test any solid friendship.  Certainly a valid argument however alas this article is sadly a true story.  Why? sadly I hear you ponder (or not, but i’ll tell you anyway) Well my results weren’t terrible fortunately for I wasn’t in the “no friends” band.  Out of my 3 peeps in the test  I got one positive response which was slightly unfair conditions as my forth person whom has always replies 99.9% positively was also in this case my “dealer”.  While one of the individuals in my list I texted for more comedic reasons than actual hope, for I’d have my doubts that they would come even if I was on fire!

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Smoking Weed But You’re Plateauing – What Now?

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So you do your usual thing, go pick up some weed from your dealer, go home and smoke that shit up! However it’s happened again hasn’t it, ie sure you’re high but are you really enjoying this one? (If you are read on no further) however if even after a couple of joints a vaping session you’re still feeling like you’re in plateau land i.e. you’re not sure if you’re stoned, or find yourself questioning “Why does this feel like just being totally normal” or “maybe this weed isn’t the chronic, this is some low grade shit” then it’s that time again.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s quite possible that you are smoking some low grade weed and you bumped by your dealer and you’re smoking some inferior yak.

How much have you been smoking?

Well if the above description fits you gotta ask yourself how much you been smoking and if the answer is non-stop then there’s your answer. Ultimately it’s no different to any other drug be it paracetamol if you’re taking it all the time, as when it comes to you actually really needing it, the normal dose won’t work.  It happens, just until last week I was smoking like a pipe as all weed lovers do from time to time, but I felt that calling that I abusing not using.

Money and health?

money in handLets not forget how much money you been blowing on this addiction.  i.e If I could give back your clean healthy lungs with a pretty fat pay cheque being the sum of the honest cost of how much you spent of smoking cannabis would you take it? You know you always see on television and online scary adverts of what your lungs and inner linings will look like if you’re a weed/ smoker but you probably always do what I do and just ignore them thinking it won’t be you. Well I recently had my checked with one of those pinhole cameras which the doctor very unpleasantly stuck up my nose and pushed it down my throat and guess what – just like the TV adverts there was white tar bullshit lining my gut. Fuck!
So I’ve been clean now after this realisation for about 8 whole days!! Sounds lame, my girlfriend pointed out how much of an addict I sounded like when I was proud of my 8 days, but us weed smokers know that going without for the first week is pretty challenging and sure I wish it was 8 months as my lungs really do need a break! So anyway if i’m being perfectly honest I’ve already noticed the difference in me since quitting this last week.
In the next article hopefully I’ll hopefully be able to talk about how my life has changed as a  consequence of this big CHANGE!

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Problems trying to get Dealers Numbers.

SUPERMAN

It’s that time of night, and your friend picks up his phone and dials a number. “Hey man you around?” he asks. “Great, that sounds awesome I’ll see you in a bit” and like that he suddenly ends the call.  Within no time at all a random guy is standing at the door asking for my friend.  I leave them talking, and as my buddy leaves the guy and re-enters the room he’s got a big ass bag of weed in his hand! “Your dealer delivers?” you ask politely. “oh he’s not really a dealer, he’s like just a friend that sorts us out from time to time” he tells you.  You’re fine with that and you move on to rolling a joint and eventually spark up and start smoking.  As you puff rings of glory in the air, you undoubtedly conclude that this is the best weed you’ve ever smoked.  You ask your friend, “So how much did this stuff cost you?”, and he replies back with a figure that’s so low your brain can’t properly comprehend the information.  At that moment you weigh up that, your friend can get orgasmic weed, at discount prices, DELIVERED TO HIS DOOR, and all times of day and night!! whHaT????? Overload… your brain starts buckling under extreme pressure, for you must acquire this SUPER DEALER’S number and services IMMEDIATELY.

Cue the awkward moment…..

JayZOk you hesitate a little but with no further ado you just come out and ask him “ermm hey man, can I get your guy’s number from you?”.  He squirms around a little and shrugs his shoulders and eventually says “errr dude, I can’t man, he’s not really a dealer, he wouldn’t like it”. “HE’S NOT REALLY A DEALER?!?!?!?” his words loudly echo in your mind, “You call him, you buy weed from him, how’s he not a frickin’ dealer? Is my money different to yours?” Regardless your friend has made his mind up, apparently even if you did take his number, he will not serve to you.  Well isn’t that fucking great!

So How To Get in Contact with Weed Dealers?

1) Walk around the city centre with your best PRO-WEED t-shirt, if you got long hair, then leave it out & get it hangin in a ponytail, basically do whatever you think that highlights you as a potential buyer, from the eyes of a stoner.  Admittedly you walk into this deal knowing you’re getting ripped the hell off, but hey you’re still getting some weed.  You then have the opportunity of either getting his number or in the annoying event that your guy is actually calling another dealer and is acting as a go between, you should accept no deal that doesn’t include a phone number.

2) Okay okay, if your friend was somehow acquainted to or knew that SUPERMAN DEALER dude, you shouldn’t give up that easily.  It’s true a lot of micro-dealers these days buy a very precise amount of weed and have just a handful of customers i.e really close friends for security reasons.  This type of dude will probably deliver only because it’s his close buddies house, who’s most likely had favours in return.  He wont accept your custom as he’s not your friend and doesn’t care to be.  At best you can ask you friend to invite Mr.Super Dealer in and introduce you guys formally.  He still probably wont deliver the goods like Pizza Hut, but you’ve definitely increased your chances of picking up weed from him, for at the end of the day Money Always Talks!

Conclusion

Depending on where you’re reading this, Cannabis is either tolerated or just plain out illegal which means Google / Yahoo probably won’t help you out on this one.  In this very closed world it’s a word of mouth industry, and the more contacts you have the better chances you’ll have at solving this one.

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Heavy relapse to the Ganj? Welcome Back in Cell Block H!

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Are you afraid of sleeping? I ask as why else would you smoke yourself into the night watching rubbish on Netflix just to pass the time, only to avoid the day time and light. You should be eating good food, but the only thing you have available at 5am is usually McDonalds or some other greasy substitute. I’d like to think there’s another reason why you delay the inevitable or choose to slump to this from time to time. It’s weird so many other people who just constantly live in this world 24/7 and have done for so many years.

What’s really going on?

The weed has got a hold of you, it’s that simple. It’s unfortunate, for people around you can see you digress into something that you once probably were, a lost straggler, pretending to hold it all together. I’d like to believe there’s a reason why you go from being so powerful, in control, running a tight ship with lots of people, to completely losing it! Not caring about yourself but more dreaming about the world, and you know you are! It’s depressing and okay it’s probably only been here for a week but boy it feels fucking longer than that for you’ve been here before, but imprisoned for much longer with no sentence or crime just nothing. The silence once made sense to you but now nothing does.

What people say you should do?

Clean the hELL UP! it’s that simple… People say Weed isn’t addictive and my infamous clash on twitter with @******** “boi weed ain’t addictive, you aints got no discipline fool” I tell that idiot he really doesn’t know what he’s talking about, fucking anything can be addictive, and for any reason. I could bust a “You aint got no discipline” easily on most likely many other areas of his life, but there’s me pretending I’m talking to an intelligent person. The problem with social media is you often do talk to some really interesting inspiring people, but then without warning or notice, Ged the farmer will wanna have his 10 cents, and really it’s money that should be rebated asap!

What you probably actually should do?

Look there’s reasons behind why we do everything, and most often these reasons are really simple. This matter should never be complicated, if anything just not thinking about it and making a firm decision, understanding why it is you do what you do and lets be honest, we all deep inside know why it is we do what we do. If somebody asks us about it, we’ll turn a 2 minute conversation into a half hour and longer if we want, just to avoid the embarrassment of how simple the answer to your HUGEEE PROBLEM is. Just Do It! Life is about making what you want for yourself, building a structure, living in it, working from it, being what you make yourself.

Why the Destructive Tendencies?

jengaAnother really simple answer : FEAR! We destroy ourselves so that we can’t fail and have other reasons to fault and YES HERE WE GO AGAIN , OVERRR COMPLICATE the problem. It’s the reason we hold onto HATE, we know it’s like keeping that knife still stabbed into your chest there, bleeding away but it’s that life, yes it might require something EXTREME and crazy to effect an emotional change, but sometimes it’s just for comfort, or more specially cos we can. Understanding your dark sides are very important, as you’ll only ever draw power from truly mastering yourself.

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