DAY 2 – OKAY, SO THIS IS WHERE I USUALLY THINK FUCK IT!

COUNTER PRODUCTIVE MIND PROGRAMMING

I hate to say it, but it’s fucking true.. Cos i’ve forgotten how many failed attempts i’ve had…and every single one depresses me further, and almost concretes my firm affirmation that i’m ADDicted to this shit! however today is another day and i’m determined for not to be that fucking day, for today ima show yoo ass who’s da boss. fingers crossed!! lol Over compensating? you’ll let me off…i need to! – cos until yesterday the weed’s been winning this war, IT over I. REally?? It over I?? dont i mean I over I, hahahah. I think I do! OK i really want a DUBEE, I’ve counter productively programmed myself to want this! but all mind programming can be unprogrammed, sadly it takes along as it does to instill it as it does uninstall it, but i’ve subscribed to this so i’m all in!!  I under that this is what the whole thing really comes down to, trying to reprogram my ass to being back to the days when I didn’t give a shit if I smoke weed or not!  This topic of programming i feel will be looked into more detail as the days go on.

MY WEED DEALERS & THE DAILY ROUTINE

It’s about 7 pm here and normally I would be thinking of picking up some WEED right about now, and what i’d normally do is call someone try and goes in halves with them, as this would be the cheapest way of doing it.  I’d phone one of my friends, and ask them if they wanna go halves on a tens!(£10 BAG, which approximate 1g depending who you pick it from) Now the funny thing, if economy really was the issue then it surely would had made sense to buy a larger amount in advance and smoke from there? Absolutely!! but not when you’re a junkie / addict, cos what tends to happen is everything gets smoked, pretty much!

RISING COSTS OF BUYING WEED

Once upon a time going back 5-10 years, an Eighth of an Ounce would cost £20 and you’d actually get an eighth i.e. roughly 3.5g.  However this decade things are very different with Cannabis being declassified and then reclassified in short succession, the prices of weed on the ounce generally has risen dramatically.  Today in London an eighth of dutch weed (ordinary quality/or just old weed that didn’t get sold) you’re looking to pay £20 for 2g-2.5g.  For Cheese or Lemon Haze or anything remotely fresh (and good) you’re looking to pay £20 for 1.4g-1.6g.  On the ounce you’re looking at £250 for some good shit, which respectively the same volume would had cost about £120-£130 about 5-10 years ago, assuming you’d bought half a kilo which would increase your economies of scale per ounce.  Now i’m aware up in the ye old country or around the ports of the UK and bounders of the country where police don’t look or care i’ve no doubt you’ll get a better deal for your money, but very much not the case in the capital of London!  These prices all refer to smoking Skunk, the green shitt, i.e. the STUFF with the extra cross-bred THC crystals on it.  Naturally if you’re smoking Thai or certain types of Hash it’s a lot cheaper i.e. cost about £110 for the Ounce for some Jamaican Thai Stick.  The stuff is quite nice, not a strong and fuck your head up, but chilled out and generally quite nice stuff.

HOW MUCH WOULD I SPEND ON IT?

Difficult to say really, cos in the beginning it was nothing I hardly did it.  Now during my university years the people I started hanging out with smoked!!! oh yes… you could say a lot, quite ALOT!! now, as i hung out with those guys more and more, it soon dawned on me … hold on something funny going on here. Soon enough I was let in on a MASSIVE DRUG RING being done by these very guys until now kinda under my nose.  The main guy of the operation was responsible for importing a couple of kilos of weed into the city and then distributing this to smaller shotters and effectively retailers.  This was massive and during this time I was smoking serious AMOUNTS OF WEED! In the morning, throughout the whole damn DAY!! The fucked up things about it all was that I wasn’t spending a penny .. instead what really was going on was my tolerance was increasing and I was stepping up the ladder of weed smoker.  I studied in the Midlands and I straight away let the guys back home in London know what was going on up here.  Soon enough I was driving home with a half a kilo of weed in my car, ready to come home and distribute to the relevant person who’d then split the amount up and pass it on to the people who’d  paid for it.

During this time, i saw kilos and kilos pass through this business with different types of weed strands every time.  Each weed being stronger and more fucked up than the next!  On reflection this part of my life was messed up, the amounts I was smoking was wrong!! Additionally I had just gone and imported like a stupid amount of weed fair enough only down the country, but this was some serious shit now…. not like getting caught smoking a spliff or with a bit of weed on you by a policeman. NAh i remember we wrapped this over and over and over with cling film but it still STANK OUT the whole frigging car – a nervous trip down the M1 I assure you.  Even though I was popular that summer lol, to call me a BAD INFLUENCE would had been an understatement.  I sometimes wonder how different it would had been had these events not happened.