Sixty-five years after he smoked his first joint, Willie Nelson is America’s most legendary stoner and a strolling testomony to the facility of weed. It could have even saved his life.
Willie Nelson is sitting on a sofa at his residence, a modest cabin that overlooks his 700 acres of beautiful Texas Hill Nation, when he reaches into his sweatshirt and produces a small, sq. vaporizer, takes successful and exhales slowly. “Wanna puff?” he asks.
Nelson’s spouse, Annie, setting down a cup of espresso on a DVD case working as a coaster in entrance of him, speaks up. “Cautious with that, babe,” she says. “You must sing tonight.”
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