I was 15, out on a hot summers evening at a place also known as square one – a place where about 30-40 people would gather for a big chill out. There was cars, music, beer, girls, and of course enough spliffs to get a small army stoned. Everyone else seemed to smoke weed, and one particular night me and my friends, after a few beers, found ourselves in the middle of a puff-puff pass. I don’t think my jaw has ever hurt so much from laughing hahaha they were the days! True to the cause most of the original smokers can still be seen spliffing around the streets of a place formerly known as Deva – you know who you are!!

6 years later and here I am, enjoying gods gift of cannabis : D PASS THAT DUTCH!

Submitted by: Blunt

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