Marijuana for little John

A mirror devoid of meaning. Alcohol and cannabis, that's what's in my blood, when I decide it's all right. Do you see the distance between this person and I? We are two centimeters apart from each other. Everything reinforces a strong belief in reality, and yet nothing in the world confirms it. I sink. The neighbors close their doors and insult each other at home. This intimacy that people protect, as if they really exist. Why should one suffer for paradise? Why should we not eat fried food?

Marijuana for little John is an overview of my experiences with marijuana framed in a beginner's guide. I also recommend this book to parents, friends and acquaintances who are worried about John.