High tax would never work with pot because we would just simply go back to the black market. Much easier to get black market pot than to get black market smokes.
Its satisfying when you are no longer considered a criminal according to the eyes of the law (though most cops didn't bother with small amounts). I can legally go to a licenced shop and buy my choice of legal pot after I pick up my groceries. No dealing with shady dealers, particularly good for people who have moved to a new place and having to find new contacts which can be a shady process.
Pot has been legal in Canada ever since last fall.
The sky hasn't fallen, criminals didn't take over society, not everyone decided to become a pothead. In other words, business as usual, only instead of going to some shady dealer, I just go to the pot shop alongside the grocery store.
My dreams are always full color, touch, smells, sensations, the whole package of senses. I remember every single one in fair detail.
Lately, my dreams have me between my neighbor's house which there is always a party going on and I'm running the sound system and the house in the city with the runway in the yard. Lot of times I leave piloting a plane flying over the city before flying home. In between, I always visit with the woman on the hill who is like a kindred spirit and its always involved. Sometimes I am leading a group of people anything from leaving work for the evening to being survivors of a devastating storm that wiped out all of humanity.
I see a mix of people I know and faces I don't know depending on what is going on. My pets are usually there somewhere in the mix.
Best dream I ever had that I remember is one of the lucid dreams I had where I took the dream over and created fantasy land for myself back when I was in high school one night. What disappointment it was to wake up from that one.
Worst dream I ever had was back when I was 7, I dreamed I was trapped in the bathtub with the shower curtain pulled over with 100s of bees buzzing around stinging me hundreds of times and I couldn't escape.
I remember all of mine without even having to try. Even though you don't remember most, you are still dreaming, just you have no memory of it, most people don't remember dreams at all. I am the odd one out who do have regular vivid memories of my dreams.
My dreams are a mashup of me trying to subconsciously tell myself something, generated by my unique mind and heavily influenced by my medication. I remember all of them and I got to say, I been in some pretty wild places and done some cool things.
At 20000 volts output into a step up transformer converted into 700000 volts and huge loads of amperage sending every scrap of electricity into a supermassive kilometers long guitar amplifier, I'm thinking a listenable range of about 3000 kms. Apologize in advance to those within 500 km who will undoubtedly be completely deafened.
-25 is cold enough. I'm lucky as Newfoundland is just far enough east to escape the harsh cold, coldest night we had so far been -14.
When its so cold, it won't snow. Last winter you said was warmer but snowed more, the temp was in the sweet spot for snow. We get a lot of snow because it don't get overly cold here (though the damp air cuts through anything your wearing).
there are not many pizza's out there that would be considered bad (Mayonnaise and peas being an exception). Biggest thing with me is just don't put any onion on it and I more than likely will like it :)
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If I seen something like that in a car, I wouldn't put anything near it