How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bong
I first met Weed one sunny afternoon when, as a naive 14 year old, I discovered that the cloud of smoke being expelled from my lungs was in fact more than just the tobacco I had assumed it to be. There was no moral outrage, no upset at being 'duped' into inadvertently smoking Weed, indeed, I refused to pass it on and filled my lungs once more, but with a greater determination to maximise the impact.

At first we would meet only occasionally. I was young, constantly making new mind-altering acquaintances, and only able to dedicate a limited amount of time to any one of them. Drink quickly became a fairly regular companion, but his more narcotic cousins would flitter in and out of my life as my mood dictated. However, as time passed I found myself favouring Weed above the others and throughout the end of my teenage years and into my early 20's I developed quite the affinity for it.

Our relationship soon developed into a very one sided love affair, with me devoting more and more time and money while Weed gave nothing back beyond an overwhelming lethargy and a persistent paranoia. I puffed my way through university, blundered through an inglorious beginning to my working life and, other than writing a not insignificant amount of music, achieved remarkably little.

My parents have always bemoaned my desire to smoke my life away; not only because I'm sure it's the last thing you want to see your offspring do (and both my brothers were as bad until they produced offspring of their own), but because it made their already stupidly lazy son into a completely useless twat. And so it was warmly welcomed when, around Christmas last year, I declared the affair was to end. And I haven't regretted it for a second.
( Moey, Wed 28 May 2008, 11:56, 3 replies)

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( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 28 May 2008, 12:24, closed)

GREAT STORY.....
....Keep up the good work! I'm trying to quit at the moment but it's quite amazing what a pull the evil weed has on you. I live quite a sensible life, have a great job and fiancee and yet I feel as though something is missing if I miss an evenings joint before bedtime. And like you it only makes me tired, paronoid and lazy. Pretty sad really. Congrats to you. ;O)
( DUMBLONDE is a rubber lover girl, Wed 28 May 2008, 12:34, closed)

I quit
weed after 12 years, caning at least an ounce per week for the last 3-4years. Best thing I ever did!!!
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Wed 28 May 2008, 16:34, closed)