I grew up in Vermont, and moved to Santa Cruz after high school, so I was raised on the good shit, but then I moved to AZ, which is overrun with mexican shwag. It wasn't worth it anymore so I quit at 35, though my wife and most of both our families still smoke. Nowadays I'll just do it when I'm on vacation, once or twice a year for the duration of the vacation. I like it this way for now; waiting 10-15 months makes that first return session fucking amazing.
I used to, but gave up because I got tired of it. Where I live, good stuff is hard to get, rarely stays about long and buying shit was a pain in the ass.
fiddelerselbow wrote:I used to, but gave up because I got tired of it.
i've done that more than once. i quit most recently in 2006, but when i bought the Little House In The Redwoods in 07 it was so stressful that i took it back up. i may quit again shortly because i'm moving again and will be sourceless/have more important things to do.
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