I quit pot when it went from $10 to $12 a “lid” so if two beans made a difference then I wasn’t very stuck on the stuff. I did have my day though with just about anything someone handed me directly after I came back from Nam but that ended fairly quickly. Note: Pot’s around $20 a gram now and I guess it’s some pretty good stuff because I have one renter I’m having to evict because they’d rather buy pot than pay the rent. That said, for your listening pleasure may I present….The No No song.
As I said, if they still had the low-test stuff that makes you giggle and eat, I might be tempted. But even at that, I know myself too well...all impulse and no control. "Just one" is not in my vernacular.
Over the past 3 decades...and especially when I first quit drinking...I attended every 12 Step Group variant you can imagine, including Gamblers Anonymous. There was a facility where several meetings of every type were going on from 6AM until midnight. I could (and did) sit in any meeting and be at home. The underlying issues are all the same, even though the addictions they manifest themselves in may appear on the surface to be different. I found it fascinating.
Sugar has been my drug of choice. I've had 3 bottles of wine, 2 open, and the last bottle of beer from a 6 pack in the fridge for months. There's bottle of vodka in the pantry that I used maybe 8 ounces of about 10 years ago to make an herbal tincture, but a dozen cookies won't last 4 days. Marijuana hasn't done anything for me, but then I never tried it in brownies.
Yes, an addiction to tobacco. Started smoking when I was 11 - back then in the early sixties almost everyone including my immediate family seemed to smoke and sad to say I still do.
My ex-wife's brother, back in the mid 70's, use to make a Bong out of a empty water-cooler type Sparkletts Water Bottle. Talk about getting high fast. Back then, there was $10 bag, called a "dime bag" and a $5 bag, called a "nickel bag" of pot. I never bought a bag of pot. Actually, my "ex" was much more into getting high with her brother than I ever was. Now, what is really a stunner...........after I got out of the Navy, and was living in Long Beach, CA, I returned to the Naval Base for a Family/Friend Day onboard a ship that I had been stationed on. I was walking along the starboard deck under an air vent, apparently from the engine room, and boy oh boy could I smell pot. I looked at a Sailor friend of mine and said "is that smell what I think it is?" and he said "yep".
I smoked a pack a day from 1956 to 1977 when I quit at age 41. I haven't had puff in 44 years, and I have no desire to smoke. My most successful method was quitting "Chilly Chicken". (Cold Turkey) "Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette, Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death, Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate that I hates to make him wait, But I just gotta have another Cigarette!" (From the song) Hal