So here’s a story for you.

A good friend of mine is the occasional cannabis smoker. However he is also an asthmatic. He said that if he’s had a joint recently and he goes to the doctors to get a peak flow meter reading, he gets a higher reading than if he hadn’t been smoking.

His doctor, a respected (and christian) practitioner, upon seeing the reading fluctuations asked, “Are you a cannabis smoker?”. He said “No,” and the doctor told him that the cannabis smoke actually helps the lungs expand more, and also that the resin can be coughed out. Unlike the residue from cigarettes, which the lungs absorb.

My friend went on to say that went he was busted with cannabis at school, his mum said to his laywer, “But, I didn’t think [my son] would be able to smoke cannabis because of his asthma?” to which the laywer replied “Well, actually, the cannabis can help it.”

I think this again points to the fact that cannabis needs to be researched, as it holds a lot of uses. But because it can be grown by anyone in the back yard, the pharmacuetical companies won’t produce it because of the lack of revenue when people realise they can make their own remedies with it.

Governments won’t subsidise it because they don’t want to fluctuate in their normal “dangerous drugs” scams. And what does it all come back to?

Money.

This is the perfect example, an effective, safe, natural way to treat multiple ailments, but because it cannot be easily monitarily harnessed, no one wants to invest time in it.

Cannabis is not a dangerous drug. It is simply a victim of Capitalism.

Yes! I found some more photos of Elliot, that I had on my gallery page.

Sleeping…

“WTF, did you just wake me up to take a photo?”

Under the bed was his favourite place to hide. Then I’d drag a toy past the valance and he’d dash out and almost rip my arm off.

He always had that look on his face, kind of like a “what is that, what can I do next, whats happening, where am I” but at the same time a kindof dumbfounded look…

I remember I used to get home from work and park up in my van, and he’d lope accross the driveway front the neighbours, and I’d open my van window and click my fingers and call him and he’d jump up into my van with me.

Ahh, I was really depressed before, missing having my cat around… such a sook. But this cheered me up

So I went to Nicks dads warehouse/factory thing yesterday, turned up and Riki was there too. They were so excited cos they just got a whole bunch of free shit from the people next door that were moving out. Pulled it out of the skip they had. Got belt sanders, jigsaws, boxes of electronic components. Tables, desks, all sorts. And a whole box of alcohol, like wine, gin, woodstock and stuff. These guys were throwing everything! (no kitchen sink, but there was a toilet seat.)

They’re setting up the factory as like a private workshop for the various hot rods they have and our cars etc etc. Got an engine hoist and they’re getting a car hoist and stuff.

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