A Year (Mostly) Without Weed
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I smoked weed until I couldn’t anymore. It was that simple. My lifestyle change was about as ceremonious as taking off a shirt. I didn’t binge myself into disgust or somehow hit rock bottom on THC. My bleary eyes facilitated no hardship, my insuppressible giggles yielded no tragedy that put everything into perspective and forced me to reevaluate my choices.


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