When I first get a bag of weed it is like heaven. I usually get a new pipe, bong, even lighter or at least I clean the old shit for I am entering the gates of Heaven. And that's totally where I am, especially if it is good stuff, it's like for days nothing can go wrong.

About 10 days later at best I'm starting to get seriously diminished returns like to the point where I'm smoking it just to barely hang on to what I had and even more not to collapse.

The weed is becoming something that is just there and like a bag of Doritos I've gotta finish it even though the thrill is gone it's like I want to get rid of it by consuming it now.

FUck you bag for doing this to me for raising me up to the sky and then letting go. Fuck you. I love you.