When anyone on the community service project asks what I did to end up there I just say I was caught with some green. I never say any more. I don't say; I was drunk, stupid, should have run away when I saw the bouncers were searching bags and should not have bought enough for the whole party, but it was all of these.
Near my university campus there was an area of pretty scruffy terraced houses where a lot of us lived. Walking down those streets any evening the smell of cannabis was everywhere. I didn't smoke when I was at school even though I was offered it enough times but once at uni it became a way of life. My first year I shared with a stoner and began to enjoy a smoke myself, soon I met others who smoked and in the second year we all spent a lot of our evenings stoned. One of us would collect contributions from the others and go shopping for the whole group. It did not seem like supplying because we all took turns.
That's not how the police saw it when I was arrested just before last christmas, it was a bit of a wake up call for us all but I was the one who got caught.
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