It has been a happy time for weed. Although my jars of joy depleted to half a jar of joy and now that jar has greatly diminished, it has brought me a kind of freedom. The stuff I grew could best be described as ‘grass’ – i.e. definitely not ‘skunk’, although it was a Lemon Skunk plant – so even though I have not reduced the number of spliffs I smoke, I am definitely not as stoned as once I was and it is quite suiting me. One of the great benefits is that my incessant craving and feeling of lack has disappeared; so no more running round to Mr C at inconvenient times and parting with lots of cash for small reward, no spending hours fighting with myself over whether to score, how much to score, when to score. Space to breathe – although, having said that, my breathing’s not too clever at the moment; I put it down to anxiety usually but I have to say that I’ve been anxiety free-ish. For quite a few weeks now I have only been scoring one bag for myself from Doc and not only is it saving me a small fortune but smoking that first spliff after a few days abstinance is fan-fucking-tastic. That is the sort of high that I could not achieve when I was smoking it all the time as I never felt the differentiation between straight and stoned, it just felt normal – now I remember what I love about getting stoned; I’m comfortably numb, yum.