Why is it that people think that just because I wear patchouli that I smoke marijuana? Maybe because they don't really know me and the fact that I watched my father die of lung cancer and my mother of emphysema. Maybe because they never spoke to me long enough to know that, yes, I smoked pot in my youth, but never liked the buzz. It made me paranoid. I may never know, because they don't give me the chance to speak for myself. It is their loss, not mine... Namaste
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