Why thank you ovo, and indeed, no panic attack occurred, but the relief I sought didn't really either. It was a weird night, not sure I want to read what I posted. Stay on your prescribed drugs, kids, and drugs up your butt takes practice, but appears safe and effective in redose.
(That tripping I had was very meth-y, but strongly weed-y; and so I treated it weed-y and went for the booze; forgot that that helps mostly to get sleepy. That doesn't really happen on meth. D"oh.)
So, Mr. Shroom, you take all that, snuggle up to your lady and (this is 4am my time, my other tabs are illegal in some states, I'm struggling to keep this clean) are content with leaving it at that? Cause that's a performance-reducing cocktail right there. I ask because if it's not then I am even older right now.
OK, tobacco, hand-rolled, I do know about! Budgetary constraints forced me this round, but I gave it a shot by choice a long time ago, that didn't stick. The first time I used a rolling machine, not the lever kind, but like the little plastic and leather "rolling aid" things. Those make for too fat cigarettes when you have no filter.
This time I had to learn to roll, and it's a lot like learning to drive stick. Actually, learning stick is easier, I think. But it happens. I