I rarely ever smoke. Most people that know me know my last time, about a year ago. Well, my second last time. I did it this week again. It was ok. Still not my thing. I don't need weed to be fucked up. My mind is already crazy enough, I really don't need drugs to help that. The whole loss of feeling of everything, yet the hightening of everything is awesome. But I still don't like that enough to do it.