When I was just 8 years old, growing up in upstate NY, I started smoking cigarettes and pot. All through High School, and in '79, I joined the Army, which, at the time was full of pot smokers, and life in the 82d Airborne was the "high life"! After discharge, I spent 30 years in restaurants and assorted jobs... construction, landscaping, stucco, convenience store, etc. I've always been a multi-tasker, and chronic overworker; sometimes pulling shifts in three different jobs in a 24 hour period. And all through the years, I was a drummer, RUSH-style, Neil Peart, my drum-god! During all the time in the Airborne, I suffered a melee of injuries to my body, including... 4 major concussions, 3 lesser concussions, many cases of whiplash to the neck, dislocations, crushed bones, and a gamut on injurious happenings to my body. Between the late 80s and the turn of the millennia, I smoked intermittently. Cigarettes, every day, up to two and a half packs a day, and I smoked weed as I ran across friends who smoked, but I was always the lightweight in the party. I got high easily, and I've always enjoyed marijuana. Fast-forward to 10 years ago.