People often ask me about the time I popped my ‘Cannabis cherry’ expecting an outrageous tale of THC fuelled pleasure and delight. The reality doesn’t come close. I was 17 at the time and was out at my favourite club in Bristol. Being too skint to afford the ‘adult priced’ drinks inside, I regularly nipped outside to chug down a 2L bottle of “White Ace” (basically moonshine) that was hidden...
Why my first Cannabis experience was pretty shit
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