One could, however, foolishly decide to buy two of those muffins from the lady in Golden Gate Park and then eat them in one sitting while listening to Nick Lowe perform. And afterwards one might be so completely baked that one ends up missing one's bus stop and only finally realizes this after the bus passes the Golden Gate Bridge Welcome Center before continuing on its way to Marin. One might regret the choice to indiscriminately ingest edibles without understanding their potency. One might be really screwed in a purely hypothetical scenario like that.There is no such thing as smoking too much weed.
One could, however, foolishly decide to buy two of those muffins from the lady in Golden Gate Park and then eat them in one sitting while listening to Nick Lowe perform. And afterwards one might be so completely baked that one ends up missing one's bus stop and only finally realizes this after the bus passes the Golden Gate Bridge Welcome Center before continuing on its way to Marin. One might regret the choice to indiscriminately ingest edibles without understanding their potency. One might be really screwed in a purely hypothetical scenario like that.
There is no such thing as smoking too much weed.
There is no such thing as smoking too much weed.
There is no such thing as smoking too much weed.
I disagree with that thesis.
- For instance, if you go on a late bike ride and end up getting thoroughly lost in the neighborhood that you have lived in for seven years, you may have smoked too much weed.
- Or if you get a phone call and are 20 minutes into it and forget who you are talking to ... and it's your mother ... you may have smoked too much weed.
- Or if you leave a Soundgarden concert at the AstroHall in 1994 where someone has shared some powerful shit with you and your date and when you pull out of the parking lot, you turn the wrong way on the 610 Loop and end up circumnavigating the entire city of Houston to get back home, you may have smoked too much weed.
Every once in a while I'll force myself to listen to a song just to make sure the Dead really are as excruciating as I remember.
I'm not mistaken.
Dying is metal as hell thoSmoking no, consuming yes. I once ended up in A&E with a full blown panic attack (including hyperventilation, heart palpitations etc.). I thought and felt I was dying.
Haven’t touch anything besides alcohol since