Being an ancient stoner has its advantages. I lost my mind long ago and in the ensuing years have learned to cope with some kind of stitched together masquerade of who I was.
Losing one’s mind when old is a terrible thing. Losing it by design when young is like being inoculated with old age syndrome. Getting high as young hippies we we…
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