So I decided to take a 4 week break from smoking the weed this week. I'm just running a little experiment on myself to see if I'm just naturally lazy or if my decades long love affair with mary jane has dulled my motivation. I decided that after celebrating 4/20 I'd call it quits. So Sunday was the 1st full day of my "fast" as it were.
Now for the bizarre coincidence: On Sunday, I took the kayak out on the river. Upon my return to the car, I found a nickel bag of weed in the grass where I had put the kayak in. WTF?
Weed isn't heroin or cocaine, but every time I lay off for a period of time, it's that 2nd or third day where their is that little bit of a "jones" for more smoke. So how in the hell, in the midst of my, "damn I wish I were high" thoughts does a bag of weed literally, show up at my feet?
Who here would have smoked the found dope? Who would have flushed? Who would have kept in a drawer for safe keeping?
Now for the bizarre coincidence: On Sunday, I took the kayak out on the river. Upon my return to the car, I found a nickel bag of weed in the grass where I had put the kayak in. WTF?
Weed isn't heroin or cocaine, but every time I lay off for a period of time, it's that 2nd or third day where their is that little bit of a "jones" for more smoke. So how in the hell, in the midst of my, "damn I wish I were high" thoughts does a bag of weed literally, show up at my feet?
Who here would have smoked the found dope? Who would have flushed? Who would have kept in a drawer for safe keeping?