But I should have realised. There are many, many words for cannabis. Skunk and cheese. Herb and leaf. Even food. I discovered this new word a few years ago when I lived in a poor area.
An eighth of an ounce was the standard measure and it used to cost 20 pounds but the cockney term was a henry, after henry the eighth.
There's having a spliff or getting leaned or bunning a joint or a million other words and phrases to name the experience.
Anyone who is a long term user or a dealer has to learn to know all the different words people in the uk use for cannabis.
I don't think normal people could handle the language of the cannabis shopping market but I've smoked cannabis almost every day since my first year at university about 15 years ago. I tried it a handful of times for 5 years before then. Approximately.
I've learned to cope with the language. If I meet a smoker they can use their vernacular and I can get it. Dealers are a different kettle of fish. I don't deal. Not now. I give cannabis freely and if anyone needs to buy some they buy it direct off the dealer or I give them what I have.
It must be confusing for dealers though. I think because I know my stuff the people running the street dealers think I'm a big dealer. I'm not. I campaign for people's rights and lives. I would give my all and my everything to make this world a bit better.
The cannabis industry is also protected by the drug because it can cause paranoia in some people. I bet paranoid people make good...well they probably do lots of stuff well because these labels are usually pointless...but paranoid people who can handle paranoia keep the industry safe from undercover police. It was paranoid people who did stuff like...the millenium bug thing...or...bring in laws for national security...laws which take away the rights of ordinary people.
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My head is a mess. I'm not thinking straight at all. It isn't surprising. If you knew how exhausted and tired and if you knew all the things that have happened to me then you would know why I can barely write a coherent blog post.
My brain still has organic features which need to be taken care of. What I mean is my brain is like an electronic circuit. I have been burning the candle brigh. I have been burning the candle at both ends. I need food for electricity and with cannabis my brain is on overdrive. I've sort of overclocked my brain by using cannabis and its made me mad. (Overclock is an engineering term)
Used right cannabis can be used to enhance creativity. In the wrong hands it can fuck your life up. There is more to my life history than what's revealed on this blog.
I had to learn to cope. It's sort of like learning to surf in a tsunami. Only the crazy would do it. What cannabis abuse has done to my life would kill most people. But there are always surfers who'd want to surf in a tsunami.
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