My friend gave me some pot for my 40th birthday and I’m terrified of it. I haven’t really smoked The Sweet Mary Jane since a quarter ounce cost $25. In my day you could go through a whole joint by yourself and question whether you were actually stoned. You didn’t have to worry about smelling like weed unless you smoked it while wearing a thick flannel shirt in a car with the windows rolled up.
This new reefer is some serious shit. I haven’t smoked any, and I’m not sure I plan to, because, frankly, I’m not sure what it is.