For about 5 years back in the 70s I did some pot and a little hash, whenever someone had it. Finally, I had had enough, I didn’t like what it was doing to me, and quit. One of the GOOD decisions I made in my life.
Now I don’t even drink alcohol.
Here it is 50 years later, and my brother STILL smokes the stuff. Not only that, but he grows a small amount for himself. I just shake my head whenever we get together. I don’t know how he still functions, but he does.
Everybody’s different I guess. To my knowledge, he’s never done any hard stuff.
Best of health to you!
“Wow, you really have been through the crucible. Glad you’re still here.”
I am indeed fortunate. Had it not been for me finally meeting a special strong lady who I wanted to settle down with I would not be here. She pulled me out of the gutter and set me straight. One in a million. And I was ready, I full well knew I was not going to live much longer if I continued down that path. :)