Is marijuana addictive? Yes, in the sense that most of the really pleasant things in life are worth endlessly repeating.
I had gotten caught with a shopping bag full of marijuana, a shopping bag full of love — I was in love with the weed and I did not for one minute think that anything was wrong with getting high. I had been getting high for four or five years and was convinced, with the zeal of a crusader, that marijuana was superior to lush [alcohol] — yet the rulers of the land seemed all to be lushes. I could not see how they were more justified in drinking than I was in blowing the gage.