For all those thinking weed, alcohol and *** will help your misery, IT WON'T. I know you probably wondering- ***? In the middle of missionary, I started crying and rabbling on about how my Canes suck, it's been 20 years, we were supposed to be bike, stadium empty, too many ghay commercials, wife thinks she knows football, my indoor plants do better outside, no dog at the shelter would come to me, my mom doesn't end our calls with a "I love you", asked the dispensary guy why he gave me weed for emotional problems , he said because I told him I was a Cane, my wife ain't a good cook...........