The problem with today's weed is it's too damn strong. Two pulls and your face melts into the couch. Where's the old 4% THC weed? We could share a joint, hang out, and have a good time. This shit today turns you into zombie.
This is what I experienced when Gonja in HS supplanted the easy going Columbian Gold we smoked in Junior High.
2 or 3 bong hits put me to sleep by the time I had my driver's license.
Switched to strictly alcohol and never looked back.
Most of my friends who stuck with weed still live with their parents or some casino whore they're shacking up with.
And that’s a bad thing?