But at the same time, I have nothing but respect for marijuana, and it's one of my favorite things in life. I could (and sometimes do) stare at one of the Cannabibles for hours. The scent of gourmet cannabis is my favorite sent. My favorite flavor out of all foods/drinks/everything is the flavor of gourmet weed. Nothing makes me more happy than scoring top quality creme of the crop. The drive up to get it. The guy smiling and assuring me it will be amazing. Me creating a mental image of how I think it will look/smell/taste. Them getting in the vehical, and me instantly smelling it, and them showing me the bag, and seeing the giant round hairy buds. The dealer grinding some up in his grinder, and then opening it up in front of my nose for me to smell the amazing array of scents. Us going on a roadie and me getting BLAAZED. Then us dropping the dealer off at his place, and us going home, with me happy that I have top quality cannabis!

So, I wouldn't say weed controls my life, but it inspires it. It makes me happy. I appreciate the nice things in life better. I'm easier to get along with while high, and it puts me in the mood to play and write music, where I can entirely focus on what I'm doing, so while it's a big part of my life, I wouldn't say it's a deterant(sp).

Peace,
horror business :rasta: