Thursday, February 10, 2011
Some time ago, when the culture within prisons was based on a tolerance of cannabis on the reasoning that "a stoned prisoner is a happy prisoner", I was a total dope monster.
Forget your pills, crack, coke or smack. None of them raise a scintilla of interest within me. But wave a spliff under my nose and I'm likely to follow you as if you were the Pied Piper.
It was an enormous blow to my leisure activities, then, when I suddenly developed some weird allergy to cannabis. I only had to take a miniscule amount and I'd be physically sick. This lasted for six very long months.
And I did what every self respecting pothead would have done. Make sure there was a mop and bucket handy, and just kept smoking!