Hi Y'all, This is my first post on this forum, just to introduce myself and tell a little about myself and my beliefs. First off I'm 64, what you could call an antique 'stoner'. Actually one of my biggest regrets is that I had to stop 'tokin' about 3 years ago. Right up till I was in my 60s, I reckon their was hardly a day since I was 13 that I didn't skin up at least a couple of times a day. It helped me cope with the stresses of every day life, especially when I was inside. If it wasn't for the fact that smoking dope was an everyday ritual, I would have really struggled to get through the day. To me it was like a religion, I would defend my right to use weed/hash and fuck anyone who tried to tell me otherwise. A few years ago I fell through a roof and landed on my ribs breaking three and I found out some time after that I also lost my left lung. One time I had a bad cold and I could hardly breathe, felt like I was drowning. I wasn't aware that Ionly had one lung at that point. When I saw a specialist at the hospital, he looked at the xray and was surprised that Im didn't know I had lost a lung. He told me that if I didn't pack in smoking right away then between 3-5 years Im would be stuck in a arm chair with an oxygen bottle next to me and I would be totally reliant on others, unable to do anything nfor myself. That put the fear of christ into me, most things I could put up with, but not at the cost of my indipendence. It wasn't the blow that was the problem, it was the route by which I use it. I know I can make cakes or even swallow lumps of it to get the effect, but thats no good for me because for me the enjoyment was the ritual of skinning up and all the little rituals that went with it. I enjoyed using a hubbly bubbly, a bonng, hot knives, a bucket. Fuck me, that sorted out the boys from the men. But on a daily basis, I really enjoyed putting 3 skins together and making what I classed as the perfect spliff. I wasn't keen on using king sized Rizla's, somehow I couldn't quite achieve the same level of satisfaction as when building a 3 skinner. It's only personal choice, I knew seasoned stoners who swore by different skins they got from their favourite head shop. I really miss my daily spliff and I never gave two hoots who knew it. I have never been ashamed to admit that I enjoyed a spliff in the same way a business man would enjoy sitting back after a hard day with a glass of good french brandy and one of his favourite cigars. Only difference is, one isn't legal.