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Yes, too, thoughts like this began to come to my head, because I smoke, and I smoke. Wherever you go, all the time smoked and without it you get no pleasure. I didn’t smoke, I didn’t smoke for a week. gathered for a weekend from the mountain to ride on inflatable cameras in the winter. Well, and I went into such an affair because of the sharpness of the sensations that again, I climb from the mountain on the camera, and it unfolds so that I climb my back and this process I cease to control and understand that I cannot stop. And with a side-sight, I see that I am carried down from the mountain into the abyss, where all kinds of iron armor lie, young trees throw. I had a thought in my head that I was over... and here, ba-bah... I crashed into a young tree that grows on the edge of the mountain, and thanks to it I did not descend and stop. The blow, of course, was strong, but I had to touch and I didn't break anything, there was only a strong sting on my leg. After that I realized that it was the plants that saved my life, I continue to smoke grass and feel good when I eat it.