OK, here's my story. I'm 30. I just recently came back to weed. I smoked some but not a ton from ages 14-20. I got married, had kids. Wife was always cool with smoking, we smoked together a bit before we got married. It was actually her idea to do it again.
Since I started back up, I fell in love with it. I love how creative and groovy it makes me feel. I LOVE the sex.
I really think it makes me a better person. Since I started up again, I LOST 70lbs., starting working on a book, and just a generally more fun and confident person. I'm not saying weed is responsible for all of that but I didn't hurt either.
However, I was struggling a bit with some moral issues. With having kids, how irresponsible was I being. My parents were terrible parents and they smoked a ton. The actually sold out of the basement of our house. I know I will never sell, but I was still contemplating my decision.
Anyway, I just got back from a trip to the Catskills. On our way back, we stopped at Woodstock for lunch. We walked around the town and I fell in love with the atmosphere. It felt like a reaffirmation. I want to embrace my inner hippie!!
