Damn dude, all I gotta say is my last sack was from the streets of Dallas and all I had was a bowl.Cause my dumbass starts a fist fight with my uncle,then he discovers a heart problem(ongoing not my fault)and my dad has to flush the rest down the toilet while a cop and paramedics are around the trailer.The other cop takes me in and I do 2 1/2 days for 2 class c misdimeanors.Course good news is I got the place to myself, gotta a hookup froms jail, and there was a bowl left in my pipe that the other cop didn't see on the dryer.Boy did that bowl have some legs to it.Now,I gotta wait till payday(next Fri)and I gotta set a deal up.Course in a dream world a gram a day would do me fine,maybe 2 grams.But a eith?I could't smoke that fast.Maybe one day.