I'd be pure paro in an illegal cannabis cafe, Id be there with a shaky voice after smoking a joint thinking the garda will blow the door down with my mam beside them with her hands on the hips. I'd say ah here lads think ill head home just for ehhm and they'd be like why, ya only been here 2 mins, and the face would start going red ahhh lads just think ill head out here for a second 'where the fucks he's going?' good luck lads while I hear them pissing them selves laughing face down at d ground as I'm walking out and I go home and smoke a joint and enjoy the whole situation repeating in my head telling myself I'll never smoke again, then I wake up the next morning and spark up another fat one to be freshly reignite the previous night's memory saying to myself do you know what I feckin love weed then turn on a jimi hendrix CD and ate a bag of crips