Ugh. That entire post sickened me.
You had no fucking idea what you were doing, you were a poseur, and then the one time you actually get a taste of what you're talking about, you shun it and all drugs?
I want to SLAP you.
Snorbel, don't smoke again. Trust me, you will get nauseas. You'll have a bad trip and risk killing your family, friends, even your pets. The pores on your skin , with the advancement of your addiction, will start emitting a thick syrupy goo, that permeates your entire being with the smell of the illegal drug. Eventually you'll fall into a permanent state of mental decay, while your soul is screaming for you to stop, but you'd already gone too far. You did it again. You confined yourself to a short-lived life of crime, disease, and sexual promiscuity. One day, months after that fateful descision to smoke marijuana, a thought, something you hadn't felt in weeks, will pop into your head. It will tell you to hang yourself. And you will.
Don't smoke marijuana Snorbel.