Some things, when you overdose, you feel horrible. Some things when you overdoes, you potentially die or suffer anything from coma to brain damage, to organ damage (liver, kidney, etc.).
Thankfully we 'play' with a substance that's forgiving of our 'youthful excesses.'
No heart palpitations or hypoxia necessary. Just an upset tummy, a bit of time that the world's axis gets tilted a bit more than normal, and a longer-than-normal nappy-poo..
Not too harsh in the grand scheme of things.
*Tycho, a joint of premium stuff typically lasts two of us a day and a half or so; light it, take 3 puffs, give or take, let 'er go out. Re-light as needed. And that's provided 2-3 stints per day, some days.
My issue is the giant coffee or cake saucer that ends up looking like a grotesque pile of post apocalyptic waste, that then gets burned in the various bon fires, as I quit recycling roach weed decades ago.
I still have intentions, reserved for 'one of these days,' of seeking out the homeless inebriants on the street corner in town in the middle of the night one night, and laying a pint or quart jar of premium weed in the form of roaches on someone. Probably wait until my karma hits an all-time low, then do that to tip it back a little.
'Roaches; a karma savings account.'