I quit for nine years simply because I was too damn busy and needed to keep the image up and to focus on my job.

One day I got into an argument with my wife. I was just beside myself. I was hateful and needed to get out of the house.

I went to my room and found a joint the was NINE YEARS OLD, jumped on the tractor and headed for a spot in the woods where I could be alone. I smoked the dried out, crumbly mess and didn't get high. aarrgghh

I sat there for a few minutes and decided I had to head back to the house. En-route back, I began to get a buzz... by the time I got back, I was singing old Beatle tunes and thinking life was pretty darn good!

The long break was an absolute must, but the little buzz was even more of an absolute must. :jointsmile:

Gil