My name is Neal, and I’m a marijuana addict.
A year ago I wouldn’t have said that, because it would have meant giving up marijuana. I would rather have given up breathing.
When I had my first cup of coffee in the morning, I pressed the little button on my vape pen, waited for the blue glow, took a huge inhale and then blew it into the mug so that I could suck in the THC and caffeine at the same time. Then I took another hit, and another. In the afternoons, I’d smoke a bowl, or pop a gummy bear, or both.… Seguir leyendo »