This forum is for talking about non-music-related stuff that the DBT fanbase might be interested in. This is not the place for inside jokes and BS. Take that crap to some other board.
one belt loop wrote: Whoa! You sure got a crazy dildo there, bovine. Be careful with that thing.
What are you doing in this thread OBL Happy Stoner Christmas yall, where don't decorate the trees, we smoke em! Nothing fancy for us today. Just a little Swampgany and Kushwamp
and the rest as they say is uh er uh, well somebodies history somewhere?
A Judge’s Plea for Pot The New York Times By GUSTIN L. REICHBACH Published: May 16, 2012
THREE and a half years ago, on my 62nd birthday, doctors discovered a mass on my pancreas. It turned out to be Stage 3 pancreatic cancer. I was told I would be dead in four to six months. Today I am in that rare coterie of people who have survived this long with the disease. But I did not foresee that after having dedicated myself for 40 years to a life of the law, including more than two decades as a New York State judge, my quest for ameliorative and palliative care would lead me to marijuana.
My survival has demanded an enormous price, including months of chemotherapy, radiation hell and brutal surgery. For about a year, my cancer disappeared, only to return. About a month ago, I started a new and even more debilitating course of treatment. Every other week, after receiving an IV booster of chemotherapy drugs that takes three hours, I wear a pump that slowly injects more of the drugs over the next 48 hours.
Nausea and pain are constant companions. One struggles to eat enough to stave off the dramatic weight loss that is part of this disease. Eating, one of the great pleasures of life, has now become a daily battle, with each forkful a small victory. Every drug prescribed to treat one problem leads to one or two more drugs to offset its side effects. Pain medication leads to loss of appetite and constipation. Anti-nausea medication raises glucose levels, a serious problem for me with my pancreas so compromised. Sleep, which might bring respite from the miseries of the day, becomes increasingly elusive.
Inhaled marijuana is the only medicine that gives me some relief from nausea, stimulates my appetite, and makes it easier to fall asleep.
I recently began smoking marijuana for medical reasons. I don't smoke enough to get baked, just enough to stimulate the appetite and ease the inflamation. I was getting around with a cane this summer but since I started smoking I haven't used the cane much. I just smoke once a day, in the evening. Maybe two tiny hits in the pipe. Not like when I was a kid and I'd smoke a joint and watch the water boil on the stove.
It is a pain in the ass finding weed when you are 48 and have been out of the loop for so long.
I have nowhere else to go. There is no demand in the priesthood for elderly drug addicts