Man, I'm toasted. Let me say that, out of all the plant-based/herbal drugs I've tried, weed is my favorite.
I remember the highest I've ever been. It was at a resort in Jamaica (family vacation with fiance's mom). We bought weed from a cab driver, smoked a huge joint, bought ganja cake, smoked another huge joint, then went back to the hotel room and I spent hours in pure, unadulterated, euphoric, enlightened bliss before I finally passed out.
Nothing I've smoked so far (and it has been a lot) has come close to Jamaica's fine produce. Not in smell, texture, taste or high. This stuff was golden-green in color, very long and compact (reminiscent of a skinny turd), very sticky, very seedy, very skunky and sickly sweet-smelling. This was, as they say, 'some good shit, man'.
Man, I want to go back to Jamaica.
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Now I want to GO to Jamaica! Haven't been there yet.
Me too. Here in Vienna, good weed is hard to find.
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