When I Started

That nerve got hit again today and I decided to do something about it.

You hear the argument all the time that we need to protect the youth of our nations from the "dangers of cannabis."

In what universe is cannabis a danger to anyone? Certainly not this one, on this planet where we've ramped up stress levels in every conceivable way as we also orchestrated the most insane deconstruction of the food nutrient values through "modern" agricultural methods that ultimately became driven by profit. This has resulted in our foods being deficient in the building blocks of cannabinoids, making the job of healing your body almost impossible for the strained and undersupplied endocannabinoid system.

Barring a miraculous realignment of the plant's social, political and agricultural systems we have a solution right before us. Cannabinoids and terpenoids found in cannabis speak to the body's healing system in a way that's functionally identical to what the body would do on its own, if it could under these intense pressures.

My contention is that cannabis is really a basic nutrient, and my question is what is wrong with helping your body heal with the ingestion of additional cannabinoids? There's no chance of either fatal doses or addiction. The reality is that cannabinoids help the brain perform at a heightened level. That's precisely why your body produces them. It just can't keep up right now, so we supplement.

The big problem socially is this fear of feeling good that I've never been able to comprehend. We celebrate feeling good when we get drunk, but vilify a better, clearer experience that won't have you crashing your vehicle on the way home from the gathering.

But I've been wondering, how old were you when you started getting high? Our limited Prohibitionist teachings of what cannabis was doing for us forced us into this construct where it became a secret thrill. All we thought we were doing was getting high. Ha! Fooled us. :laughtwo: Every puff was dumping cannabinoids your body was starved for.

I'd bet my life most of you started in the early teens, when hormones drive the system crazy. One of the jobs of the ECS is to balance the hormones. If your body can't produce enough cannabinoids because the building blocks are missing you're going to need support troops to step in, don't you think? It doesn't surprise me now that my husband started smoking at the age of 13 and continued daily consumption except for the miserable 8 years I made us stop because I thought it was hurting him.

Someday I'll forgive myself for that. Right now it feels like my heart's being ripped out. He took up drinking after a few years into that dark stage, and he died three years after I saw the error of my choice and let him go back to cannabis.

I'm curious now. How old were you when you started? Why did you stick with it? It's not like it was easy to come by, was it? How often did you get access? I was fascinated to learn Dale had managed to keep a continuious supply from the age of 13. He was resourceful. Eagle Scout. Always prepared. Lol! It blew up our family budget as a married couple. I can't imagine procuring it on a regular, dependable basis as a teenager.

I'd like to hear your stories. Simple as that. No real agenda beyond curiosity and a desire to find a way to get our culture past this bump in the road. We all turned out ok. Didn't we? :hmmmm:
 
I'll go first. :cheesygrinsmiley:

I didn't start until my 22 birthday. Raised in a fundemental Christian family (mom wasn't strict at all :battingeyelashes:) there wasn't the exposure to it. I remember a dinner party I went to with my mother, a couple friends she'd met in an art class she was taking, where they stole away to share a joint. It was exotic and forbidden and it made my mother parionoid and sick. Lol! I like to think she looks over my shoulder as I write and smiles that I get to do what she couldn't, including learning to appreciate the many nuances of cannabis. :love:

Mother chose vodka by her bedside and her favorite box-o-wine in the fridge. When they opened her up to repair an aneurysm they came face-to-face with a liver covered in tumors no one had noticed in the pre-op tests. She transitioned off this beautiful blue pearl directly after that. I wonder sometimes if that could have been avoided if mother's pain relief options hadn't been limited to alcohol or opiods.

Understandably, being an impressionable young woman, cannabis wasn't attractive to me after Mother's parionoid experience. When you're in church twice on Sunday and every Wednesday you don't come into contact with illicit drugs, or at least in my tiny universe of Christian living you didn't. Geez guys, I'm like a babe in the woods. You have no idea the sheltered life I lived as a child. I'm so glad I live here where I feel safe.......... So, all the way through high school I thought of weed as something the hippies were playing with, but it wasn't in my world.

Until I went to a Christian university. :rofl:

A couple gentlemen friends couldn't believe I'd never smoked and made it their duty to introduce me to it. I remember an apple and feeling really, really good. They were good friends and didn't take advantage, although I later moved the tennis player into my apartment and we had some of my best euphoric experiences. One in particular was downright transcendental. I've been searching for that experience ever since.

Columbian Gold. This was about 1977. Yeah...... I should grow some with Doc's Kit. Commit to it already woman! :laughtwo:

After that experience I only purchased some once or twice in the following years. Tracking it down on the streets was never one of my favorite things. It was one of the main reasons I made us quit. I was the one out there running it down on a daily basis. Yeah.... not a pretty time. :straightface:

When I met Dale it went to daily. It wasn't long before I realized it wasn't something he wanted, but something he needed. It also concerned me that being high, most of the time, felt "normal" to me. How many of us beat ourselves up because we wanted the euphoria so much that we believed we were skirting with addiction? Knowing what we do now, it's our responsibility to make sure no other generation goes through that.

Ah.... Guess I do have an agenda after all. :hug: :love:
 
Hey SweetSue,

I started smoking in the military. Very disciplined upbringing in a small town in Maine. After I was assigned to a company in Korea, I was introduced to cannabis. It was cheap over there, but the quality wasn't great. The good news is I didn't know any different. Smoked for 9 years before giving up, or lose my family (per order from exwife). Lost anyways. Smoked again for 4 years, then stopped, as I went into the nursing profession (cna, medtech) and didn't want to get caught in a urine test. Picked it up again since many states were going legal, either medically, or just legally to grow. Moved to Maine again then now we can open grow. So much better quality growing our own!

Excited to try your cannabis oil in a pressure cooker. Hope to have a harvest in the fall to have fun with.

Your story is fun to read Susan. I noticed a couple similarities - I was influenced to quit by my wife, which I didn't want to do. I also grew up in a fundamental christian atmosphere. They had a major impact on guilt feelings, until I learned the relationship was between God, Jesus, and myself, I stopped listening to the militant fundamentalist preaching his perspective on sin.

Well, like you say, that's the nickel tour.
 
When I first started cannabis was treated here as evil by uninformed people, unfortunately still is to this day. I got regular drug tests made mandatory by my parents. My mom would literally ask me to show her my arms to check for marks...yea. While she was trying her best to seem like a functional alcoholic. Trust me she wasn't anything but a regular delusional alcoholic with psychotic episodes and all. Even with all of this, my first experience was when I was about 15. More of a casual smoker back then, due to the very rough circumstances. After I've met my soulmate, we went to Amsterdam on vacation, where he got introduced to it.. nothing better then Amsterdam to have the first experience :bongrip:
A couple of years later we tried our first grow :circle-of-love: And here we are today. :Namaste:

Sorry for the dramatic context, and random emotions, but I have started to smoke right when I decided I won't drink everyday or be around people who drink everyday. I have seen first hand how alcohol affects people.

:circle-of-love:
 
My first time was around 13, 1986 I think.
Here in these years it was the hashish that was smoked, weeds was not good.

The first time it did nothing.
The second time, I chock on too much smoke from the pipe and then... *light* *music* *angels* wow!! what a feeling!! :)

I smoke pretty regularly on the weekend on all my high school years.
I tried magic mushroom too, that was great! And "acid" and that was not that great! lol!

I almost stopped the first 2 years when I entered college, mostly because I had no cash and knowing nobody that smoked.

Then I meet my friend Max! He was living not far from the school, on the penthouse (20th floor), his father was growing on the balcony!
So we had almost all the marijuana that we wanted, and it was really great!

It was mostly the first time that I smoke weeds that was has good has the hachich!

I played guitar, he learned to play bass, we had another friend that sing.
We found a drummer, and he was smoking too! the music was great! :)

I got my real first girlfriend around 26 (yeah I know), and she was against smoking! Just saying the word and she was panicking. :rollingeyes:

It lasted just a few months.
Not long after I decided to grow! :) It was in spring 2000!

I bought some seeds, Skunk #1 from Dutch Passion.
I learned pretty quickly, in soil first with 4x 20w neon, than 150w hps, than another one! :laughtwo:

I didn't know that buds was smelling like that! I'm still amazed that my landlord say nothing, he was living in the same building and I did not have any scrubber!!

Around 6 weeks in bloom, I decided to try a bud. Put in the oven at 200F, check every 10 minutes.
Then one shot from my bong, wow! the smoothest smoke I never had! Then a second, then a third.

After 5 minutes, I was like "it work! yeah!"
After 10 minutes, I was like "holly sh*t i'm really high! from my own weeds! hell yeah!"
After 20 minutes, I was not able to talk! :rofl:

So years after years I grow my own marijuana, after the Skunk it was the C99, a couple of WW, even tried the Neville's Haze, but that was disastrous! lol!
But I kept clones of the C99 a lot of years, I switch to DWC...
Than I bought the Shining Silver Haze.
I'm pretty sure there were other too, don't remember.

So this is it I guess, I stopped growing last year because of security problem, and kept 1 clone of the ssh (in my signature).

And now my new Amnesium is coming great! :)
:Namaste:
 
I grew up in a very small midwestern town (2k people) where pot was frowned upon quite heavily. My parents were bible thumping republicans but believe it or not they never said much about pot. Having a mom who is a European immigrant and my father who lived in the UK for many years they we're a little more open minded than most would expect.
I started smoking when I was 14. First time was in a cemetery, we smoked from a small water pipe my friend picked up in Jamaica while on vacation with his family. I didn't think much of it since I didn't get high and that was that. Luckily most of my cousins friends from the school over were always smoking and since we would spend our summers together I quickly found myself surrounded by it. Finding cannabis was always easier then beer. I could have a 1/8 in under 15 min most times as there never seemed to be a shortage. Plus it always came with a free smoke out which you couldn't beat. I continued this all threw high school until college. I went to a tech school where they did random UA's and thought well thats the end of that. Wow was I wrong! I had moved to the big city and got my first taste of cannabis with a name, not just some brown frown full of seeds.
The next 2 years were full of smoke and who knows what else, but this couldn't last. I made a change in a big way packed up and left. Left cannabis behind for the next 10 years. Traveled the world for Uncle Sam, but could never kick that love for cannabis. To say I went those whole 10 years clean would be a lie but for the most part they were.
The day I parted from the Gov my best friend met me with a fat joint in celebration. That was over 2 years ago and haven't looked back. Living in a place where I don't know many people and feel its safer just growing my own instead of dealing with street dealers has been such a blessing.
This plant has changed my life in ways I can never express. I suffer daily from nerve issues in my neck and back. Before cannabis I was on a whole crap ton of pills that really only made me sleepy or an asshole. My wife was nervous at first but think she changed her mind on about day two. We've always been an active couple but with my issues I was starting to slow down a bit and to be honest I was just a dick from being in pain all of the time. I'd rather have laid on the couch watching tv over just about anything else in those days.
Now fast forward I'm down about 60lbs, walk daily and well life is just fun again. Best part is I've been able to share my knowledge with others to ease their suffering as well.
 
Guys....... Gosh I can't believe how much I love you all.

:hug::hug::hug::hug::hug:
 
Hey Sue and company,

I think I smoked for the first time when I was 17. I didn't do it a whole lot and not for long, just kinda one of those where a friend would say "who wants a hit" and I would grab the bong or joint. Maybe 15 times, until I joined the Marine Corps and then I didn't touch it for about 25 years or so.

Then on a job a few years ago (I travel the country) I was in Colorado and decided to check out one of their recreational dispensaries. I was blown away by how much pot had changed since I was a teen. I didn't even know there were two basic types of cannabis (Sativa and Indica). The budtender had to think 'where the hell did this old koot come in from' (though I am not that old, 45'ish but we know how young people view those older). He was asking me if I had any pains or what not and to be honest as someone that hadn't touched the stuff or been around it all for 25+ years I was very skeptical of it being actually used to treat 'pain'. So I told the guy, no pains, I just want something to smoke on vacation with Ms Stank (she doesn't smoke much at all either). I settled on some Lemon Skunk and ChemDawg 4 (a Sativa and an Indica to see if I preferred one or the other). Needless to say the potency of the weed had changed significantly since I last smoked. We tried the ChemDawg (because of the intense smell) first and I swear I had a hard time getting out of the hot tub on vacation. Once we had moved inside, we satisfied our munchies and set down on the couch and we were both passed out in no time. The Lemon Skunk was a little easier to function on and the next night when we smoked it, we played some cards and hung out listening to classic rock and enjoy the Smokey Mountains (no pun intended). Didn't touch either strain until the following year on vacation down to the Smokey Mountains again.

Then last year, I was out in Tacoma installing an MRI and decided to check out the dispensary in Washington State to see how it compared to the one in Colorado that I shopped in. I went in and was looking at the neon display board and saw "alaskan thunderfuck", well I was sold on the name alone....I mean who doesn't want some "Thunderfuck" right? Then I asked him for a mellow indica to try and he recommended Grand Daddy Purple. So I picked up 1/8th of each and brought it home.

So that lead to the situation that brought me here. I was working on a job in Illinois and attempting to move a big heavy piece of medical equipment that had been sitting on the floor of the hospital lab for about 8-10 years. The thing wasn't budging so I decided to give it everything my 6'3", 250lbs could give it. That was when IT happened. There was a twinge in my back and I felt like I was stuck in place. I couldn't move. My co-worker asked if I was ok, and I responded "my back!". Took me about a minute to stand up and he kept saying "dude breath!" I responded "I CAN'T FUCKING BREATH, IT HURTS TOO MUCH TO BREATH!!". Luckily it was on the tail end of that job but we were scheduled to fly to NY for another job that night. We completed both jobs (though admittedly he did most of the work and I helped with what I could which wasn't much with my back. Found out just how much the back was involved in wiping one's ass and it is a task I will never ever take for granted again.

So got checked out by a pain specialist and had an MRI done. Ruptured L4-L5 disk and major facet joint damage from L3-L4,L4-L5, and L5-S1. I was probably about 2 months into my back issue and physical therapy and really not having a lot of enjoyment in life (I don't take pain meds other than motrin....not going to open that door for any form of addiction, would rather live in pain that be an addict)when my brother (who is a commercial grower and avid cannabis user) recommended giving weed a go to help with the back. Oh hell, here is another quack pot that thinks pot is going to help with pain I thought. Well I had a bad session of physical therapy (well a couple bad ones) and was running on empty with not being able to sleep well for several days. Finally I succumbed and decided I would give it a try. The nerve pain in the back was in high gear (probably a solid 8 low 9 on the scale...and I have a high threshold for pain) and I loaded up the bong with some Alaskan Thunderfuck and gave it a nice rip.

Now I kid you not when I tell you that the relief was almost instant. I felt a tingle start running down the back of my head to my neck and then kept going down to my injured area and presto, the pain was gone. Ms Stank was standing by waiting for the verdict and I looked at her (probably no more than 15-20 seconds after the exhale) with a shocked look on my face. "what's wrong" she asks. "IT'S GONE, IT DOESN'T HURT.....I CAN FEEL A TINGLE WHERE THE PAIN WAS, BUT THE PAIN IS FREAKING GONE!". Needless to say I was shocked. So I spent the next few days reading everything I could get my hands on (via google) about cannabis as medicine. I was blown away to say the least. Now being out on workers comp, I had lots of time to keep reading and I did. Treatment for pain, cancer, Parkinson's, autism, MS, migraines (Ms Stank gets those), PMS, muscle spasms, and the list kept growing. SO it was then that I decided I wanted to grow my own (I am an avid outdoor gardener...veggies, etc) cannabis to help with my back and possibly other things. I don't smoke often, usually maybe 2 times a week when the pain gets higher than I want to deal with or I am in need of a solid night sleep because the pain has been impacting my sleep, but I am thankful that I have found cannabis as a relief for my back and possibly other things, and I can say confidently that I am addicted to growing the stuff....absolutely love the plant and keep getting more and more amazed by it when it comes to growing it.

Thanks for letting me share!!
 
Care to share your story dynamo?

When I get time, going away this weekend plus a couple of days, trying to get :woohoo:rest of vegetable garden in and prep other garden for absence. I also need to get mushroom spawn into media, it's been in the fridge to long. My DDA has problems, to much horse tail ferns in my LOS mix. Will post on DDA thread when I get a picture taken and ask for help. Behind the eight ball on finishing what I need done. on with the show.
 
I first saw cannabis when I was 11. My sisters who were in high school would have parties. I tried alcohol a few time but never cannabis. Then one night I was trying to get some sleep so I could be in top shape for my morning football game but the party was too loud. So I walked downstairs to crack some heads, I turned the corner and saw my sister with a bunch of friends smoking in a circle. I was scared and nervous only being 11 and it made me uncomfortable. I looked up to my sister and her friends and I thought they were cool. Later that year we had a police officer come to our school and teach us about drugs. When he got to the part about cannabis, I remember whispering to my friend, "all the cool high school kids smoke pot, it's really common". I knew one day I would do it because I saw my sister and her friends doing it. That summer I spent at the cottage, the partying elevated during the summer. Basically a bunch of high school kids drinking and occasionally smoking cannabis, nothing else that I was aware of. When I came home that summer I met up with my best friend. We shared stories of our summer. I told him about the parties and the cannabis, he said he had smoked cannabis with another friend. I lied and told him that I had tried it to during the parties. Not sure why I lied. A few weeks later my friend called me and asked if I wanted to smoke weed. Of course! So we hiked a for 20 minutes to a forest where we could hide. We rolled a joint and smoked way up in a tree. I still remember the taste and smell to this day. It was so distinct. I was scared to do it. But my first puff was smooth and easy. It felt good. We walk around after that and laughed the whole time. Eventually we ended up back at my friends house watching night of the living dead with his dad.

I have quit smoking here and there for a year. But always come back to it. I have always functioned better with it. I don't know what it is. It was very popular where I grew up. But as we have gotten older a lot of the people I know eventually stop or reduce frequency. I don't drink at all, I have a hobby in bodybuilding so I eat healthy and exercise every day. I don't have time for a hangover. I am an engineer and spend most of my free time designing for my company. This could never be done while drunk. While on cannabis, my design work is a lot better. I smoked weed during my entire engineering degree. I went to every exam super stoned and I graduated at the top of my class. During third year I was mixing tabbacco with my cannabis. This is the most amazing smoke around, but I don't recommend it. Tabbacco is so addictive that I could not leave my bong. During my last year I had to quit smoking because of the tabbacco addiction. My grades fell because of the lack of cannabis. When I studied with cannabis, I would be more thorough, more invested and understand quicker. Without cannabis i was less interested and more distracted with aniexty of life.

I started up once I was confident I could continue without tabbacco, even though I love mixing the two, it is terrible to do. I have never smoked a cigarette though.

I have always hid my cannabis consumption from the world. Other than my friends and girlfriend, no one knows. I hate this. I hate when it is compared to alcohol because there is no comparison. cannabis is not poison! Alcohol is! It is unfortunate the series of event that happened to get us here. But one day I hope cannabis will be reconignzed for what it is.

I'm now 6 years into my engineering career and I use cannabis oil every day. I lead the design team at my company. I am in charge of 15 designers all of them older than me. I wish I could show the world my story of how I would ace my exams after smoking 1.5 grams and how I function daily under the influence. But I can't, and the world will never know because I would be fired.

Interesting indeed. I find it fascinating how cannabis affects people differently. I can't for the life of me imagine trying to do much while high. I am a professed light weight with weed. Two hits off my bong and I am done and not good for much of anything. If I want to function at all, I only take one medium hit. My brother smokes and goes to class and swears by it for learning. I on the other hand have a hard a time making a fully developed sentence when I am high LOL. I will take a smallish hit and go work in the garden outside since it helps my back and doesn't totally destroy me if I keep it to one maybe two small hits. When I go visit him on vacation, it seems like he (my brother) is packing a bong or vap thingy ever hour or hour and a half and hitting it more. I do it once and I have to put a huge effort into making it seem like I am not completely ripped out of my ever loving mind. LOL....Like we watched the latest star wars right after I took two bong hits....I don't remember a freaking thing about that movie. Not a single part LOL.
 
Interesting indeed. I find it fascinating how cannabis affects people differently. I can't for the life of me imagine trying to do much while high. I am a professed light weight with weed. Two hits off my bong and I am done and not good for much of anything. If I want to function at all, I only take one medium hit. My brother smokes and goes to class and swears by it for learning. I on the other hand have a hard a time making a fully developed sentence when I am high LOL. I will take a smallish hit and go work in the garden outside since it helps my back and doesn't totally destroy me if I keep it to one maybe two small hits. When I go visit him on vacation, it seems like he (my brother) is packing a bong or vap thingy ever hour or hour and a half and hitting it more. I do it once and I have to put a huge effort into making it seem like I am not completely ripped out of my ever loving mind. LOL....Like we watched the latest star wars right after I took two bong hits....I don't remember a freaking thing about that movie. Not a single part LOL.

Haha! Yes, it is an amazing plant. I operate best when I'm higher than most could tolerate. Yesterday, as an experiment I took two capsules instead of one. The day was pleasant and productive, but there were moments when I lost track of what I was doing or where I was headed on my walk. :laughtwo: Obviously a cannabis overdose. My daughter is shit-faced on a mere 10 mg of THC and loves every minute of it. Lol! She watches me move successfully through life with this righteous buzz I maintain and sits in astonishment that I can function at all.

Every body will process cannabis in an individual way. Even using the same strain sometimes brings different results if you change the time you dose, whether you took it before or after a meal or with a particular type of food. It forces you to listen to your body and make subtle adjustments for maximum benefit, but it won't slap you with side effects that sleep and some food won't correct.

Your body has blessed you with a metabolism that won't require the input and harvest production my body demands of my grow. It can be a challenge keeping up with a system that runs this hot, but the ride is sweet. :cheesygrinsmiley:
 
Haha! Yes, it is an amazing plant. I operate best when I'm higher than most could tolerate. Yesterday, as an experiment I took two capsules instead of one. The day was pleasant and productive, but there were moments when I lost track of what I was doing or where I was headed on my walk. :laughtwo: Obviously a cannabis overdose. My daughter is shit-faced on a mere 10 mg of THC and loves every minute of it. Lol! She watches me move successfully through life with this righteous buzz I maintain and sits in astonishment that I can function at all.

Every body will process cannabis in an individual way. Even using the same strain sometimes brings different results if you change the time you dose, whether you took it before or after a meal or with a particular type of food. It forces you to listen to your body and make subtle adjustments for maximum benefit, but it won't slap you with side effects that sleep and some food won't correct.

Your body has blessed you with a metabolism that won't require the input and harvest production my body demands of my grow. It can be a challenge keeping up with a system that runs this hot, but the ride is sweet. :cheesygrinsmiley:

I wish that I was the same way with beer. I am an extremely expensive date. I can drink beer like it's cool and never act a fool. I get stoned and I am the most nonfunctional person on the planet. I hate when someone is trying to have a conversation with me....because I am generally sitting there trying to act like I understand what they are talking about, all the while I am thinking "What the freaking hell are they talking about, just keep nodding, maybe they won't realized how high you are and what a bumbling idiot you are when are high, that's it, keep nodding. Holy shit I am tired, I just want to sit down. What the hell is this person talking about....is he still talking about the same thing he was 30 seconds ago?"
 
Dear MrStank, let MrsStank know that migraines will be ancient history if SweetSue has anything to do with it. :hug: :love: The daughter was daily migraines that stopped short the day we started her on a capsule regimen. It's been over a year now and she's still amazed at that benefit. The same for her chronic pain. There are administration routes that don't offer euphoria, only relief.
 
Dear MrStank, let MrsStank know that migraines will be ancient history if SweetSue has anything to do with it. :hug: :love: The daughter was daily migraines that stopped short the day we started her on a capsule regimen. It's been over a year now and she's still amazed at that benefit. The same for her chronic pain. There are administration routes that don't offer euphoria, only relief.

Yeah that is what she really wants....the relief without the high (though 2 or 3 times a year she will smoke for a high while on vacation and not having to get up and go to work the next day).
 
She is fascinated by the medicinal potential of it. She even created an account and started reading some of your posts. I think she is on the dosing one right now, and is interested in several of the others.
 
I wish that I was the same way with beer. I am an extremely expensive date. I can drink beer like it's cool and never act a fool. I get stoned and I am the most nonfunctional person on the planet. I hate when someone is trying to have a conversation with me....because I am generally sitting there trying to act like I understand what they are talking about, all the while I am thinking "What the freaking hell are they talking about, just keep nodding, maybe they won't realized how high you are and what a bumbling idiot you are when are high, that's it, keep nodding. Holy shit I am tired, I just want to sit down. What the hell is this person talking about....is he still talking about the same thing he was 30 seconds ago?"

You'd be smart to explore perfectly balanced ratios and micro dosing. :laughtwo: There are some excellent balanced strains out there. Maybe a hybrid with 50/50 indica/sativa too. You have a very sensitive system and you deserve the benefit of a nice, balanced euphoric experience that doesn't make you that loopy. You're gonna take some creative tweaking, aren't you? Lol!
 
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