Its been some time now but I'm back here again. For the tenth, eleventh or twelfth time. That general range.
But this time I have a mission! Extending beyond the immediate intake of as much juicy fresh marijuana as I can possess.
I am a judge in the 2008 High Times Cannabis Cup, a renowned competition where prestigious growers showcase their latest achievements in the continual quest to, like, get a bit more like high, y'know?
What a grand intro eh? A gallumphing great entrance which is now going to be let down. Because I know nothing about what I'm supposed to be doing. I have a place to pick up a judges pass and that's it.
Accommodation is looking good, staying in a nice central location. I have heard rumours that there is to be a coffee shop crawl and I won't have to navigate to many troublesome canal-ridden backstreets to get home. Right, time to roll one.
PS
Damn. I forgot the before picture for the before and after picture. Nevermind, look like the same scruffy bastard with huge sideburns as usual. Same old same old.
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