Originally Posted by
badwhale
A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, I was a Boy Scout. We tried rolling up plain old oak leaves by the fire, and trying to smoke them. I also remember distinctly trying to roll - roll your own tobacco in plain paper and trying to smoke it.
Ah, those days are long past.
Back when I was like 10 while out at the lake, my brother talked me into smoking a piece of dried up reed (you know, the tall green water plants that are about finger size in diameter and grow several feet taller than the water level - usually along the shore). I wouldn't do it unless he did, so we found a dried one laying up on the shore and made ourselves cigarettes out of them and lit up.
I also remember running out of papers once upon a time and rolling a cigarette with newspaper. It was harsh as hell, but when you're an addict, you do what you have to.....
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
***William Ernest Henley***
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