Personally ... my pot days ended in 1981. I discovered it in '66.
In all that time, I've never been busted for reefer ... plenty of drunk over-nighters, but no drug busts.
Once, I was busted as a public drunk and the cops found an empty 'Boro pack with some acidic aspirin (We were clever in those days) in it.
They sent it off to the lab for analysis, but I convinced the judge they were just aspirin and I walked after promising never to get caught drunk again on the streets of Bostson>
I remember telling this story to my freinds that night in some joint (maybe the original CHEERS) somewhere in Kenmore Square that night ... right before I passed out or went into a walking coma.
Don't really know ... can't remember $h!t.
That's why 1981 is so memorable ... I met Jesus, quit drinking and drugging.
Cigarettes are an entirely different addiction.
I quit smokes because of the price. Just wait until it hits $10 a pack. Meet you on the other side...
Much harder to quit. Just as likely to kill you or otherwise ruin your life (just in different ways).