It’s mad. A mate of mine was talking to a local dealer who was all, “I’ve just got some Purple Skullfucker* in, it’ll kick the shit out of you! I smoked some last night and I was a drooling twat for hours!” Great pal. Sounds awesome. Don’t suppose you have anything in that’ll have me convinced Jim Jarmusch’s films contain the answer to all life’s questions but will still let me walk to the toilet without it becoming a harrowing ordeal do you?
…is what my mate said, so I hear.