To be homest i think i may of been a stoner in a past life because for as long as i can remember before i'd even smoked and before i even knew what a spliff/joint was i used to roll my bus tickest into a cone shape.

Anyway i didn want to try smoking for a few years but as none of my friends smoked or knew where to get some from the oppertunity never presented it's self to me.

Until i was 18 that was.

After a terribile year in which i lost both parents and was more intersted in trying cannabis for a number of reasons than i had ever been i was in clacton on sea (Essex) staying at my gf's house. We had an argument i was asked to leave by her parents and i found myself on the streets with no way of getting home until morning. I ended up banging on the door of a man who used to be married to my best mates mum. I explained what had happend he let me in then asked me the question.

"Are you ready to smoke"

The rest................ is highstory