The asphyxiation will always reign supreme in my memory as well, although I like to view it as being because I started smoking at the ripe age of 8 when I could still walk into the Shoppette and buy a pack “For my dad.”
If I didn’t completely fold my ankle in half last August I would’ve been able to try out the treadmill that came in the mail two days later. Wife sure is looking fit lately though, so I got that going for me, which is nice. lol
Can we just legalize pot and call it a day? It should help in this endeavor plus hurt the cartels financially. Then tax it and gain badly needed revenue…all while cutting expenses with police, jails, courts and all other dumb associated costs.