Ah, as a matter of fact, he was like 17 at the time, and I was 13, just coming into the years of adolescent debauchery. So the kids I had to deal with at that point were all less than 18, except for the big daddy of the grow operation.
These days, I don't get ahold of anything bunk. I know the exact room where my weed is grown, so I'm not even concerned. Though, I will agree that if I found out that someone was lacing my weed now, I would probably resort to violent tendencies. I live my life with the "no pills, no powders" policy, so if someone is spiking my grass with something...well, 'nuff said.



Why do you do drugs?



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