Is it true that marijuana in the 1960s was much weaker than it is today?
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It's all relative man. Theres still plenty of mexican schwag going up in smoke, but the good stuff, i mean the really good stuff, is totally off the charts.
it all depends, you want an oz. for $50? or an oz. for $500?
I don't care how good it is, if you're paying $500 for an ounce, you're just a sucker, and i know from good weed.
Seriously though, despite all the talk about how today's marijuana is stronger than ever, one can only get so stoned. The good part is that it doesn't take as much to get plastered. Therefore, you buy less (theoretically) and smoke less, decreasing harm to your wallet and lungs.
The comparison to alcohol is still appropriate. Just because some people prefer Jack Daniels doesn't mean the rest of us wouldn't rather have a beer or glass of wine. With the different varieties of tastes, strengths and effects each user can get the type of intoxication they prefer.
BTW, unlike some drugs, but very much like alcohol, the strength of your weed doesn't usually suprise and there is NO WAY to overdose.
There's plenty of ways to overdose on alcohol.
My understanding is that the claim that marijuana is getting stronger is based on the average potencies of analyzed pot. The police are no longer seizing any worthless ditchweed.
I remember smoking stuff in the late '60s which would have been unbelievable ten years ago and awesome today. So-called Vietnamese, later rumored to have come from Hawaii, and reputed Panama Red which were downright hallucinogenic, and which I do not believe, from texture and taste, had been chemically treated. On a couple of different occasions I smoked Nigerian Black, in the company of people who had recently returned from that country. Nothing since had the same ability to get inside your skull and announce YOU ARE HIGH. I smoked some Mexican Sensimilla supposedly driven across during Operation Intercept; the first toke had me rolling on the floor.
As for Mark's assertion about knowing the strength, my son just came up with some nugs which he described as "not to be smoked before going to work." Decidedly creeping; you suddenly realize, a little while after just a few tokes, that you are delightfully swacko. Over the line is not, of course, the same as overdose.