I used to smoke every day, sell my possessions, screw people over to get another bag, pick the carpet for anything remotely incense shaped, scrape bowls over and over to get one last hit. I lost friends, apartments, 40lbs, three teeth and a fiancé to that sh*t.
My world became getting another bag and smoking, then trying to get more. I was fixated, I would buy it from whatever stores I could find having little or no clue what i was smoking. I’ve had bags that made me so stoned I couldn’t speak, just grunt and groan. I’ve lost vision, puked up everything in my stomach, ect. The sh*t was my entire universe.
I got clean by selling my car and becoming a functioning alcoholic, and waning off booze was a thousand times easier than Buddha bud.
And still, a year clean, I dream about smoking it.
Don’t start. Just don’t ever start it.