What’s up?
I just became liberated from the invasive (although effective) Drug Court program. If you’ve been in Drug Court, you know what type of things I’m referring to. If you’ve never been in Drug Court, it basically consists of:
- Frequent random drug testing
- A “P.O.” type of person to report to
- Monthly court dates to report to
- Group and/or private counseling sessions
- Curfew
- Restriction from Head Shops, and places that serve alcohol
Yeah, there’s no fucking up in Drug Court. It consists of three phases; if you fail in any phase, you must restart your time in that phase. The whole shebang is about 13 months. Thirteen months of no Ganja, for sure. However did I deal with this long, dreaded, 13 months without the drug I was so “hopelessly addicted to”? Umm…by not smoking it? It’s not that hard, but damn it, it’s fun to; naturally I’ll feel the urge to from time to time. Still, though, I resisted, and made it through those 13 months with but one slip-up. I was about a month in, and was having a rough time and decided to get stoned…well, that set me back a month, and I went through the rest of the time without puffing the magic dragon. After all of this, I decided to post my thoughts on pot via blog format for the world to see. Why? Because I can, bitch. I made it through, and I’m celebrating the freedoms of…uh…freedom? Damn, put the pipe down. If you’re interested in all things related to Ganja, you’ll probably like this blog–if you can remember the address to it.
Piece & Dubs
The Hopeless Cannaddict