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Input: So my ex-friend and I were in a band together. All of the members have been great friends for a long time. This particular friend (we'll call him Richard) though had OCD and EVERYTHING about weed freaked him out. If he smelled weed it would get him panic attacks and was actually a problem for us when playing shows but we managed. 

Well I did acid and mushrooms at a party and had a bad trip and went to the hospital (that's a story for another time). It freaked me out BAD and I quit everything drug related. I only did mushrooms and acid occasionally and smoked pot regularly. Me quitting of course made Richard happy and more comfortable to be around me although we already hung out literally almost every day. 

I never quit smoking for Richard, I did it for me. When I felt like I was ready to smoke again I didnt tell my friends because they expected me not to smoke anymore. When I finally made it clear I wanted to smoke again to my friends (I didnt start smoking at this point because I wanted to talk to them first) they were very upset, especially Richard. Well I didnt think it was a big deal I wanted to smoke again especially since our bassist (Richard's cousin) was allowed to smoke. Richard didnt want me smoking because him and I spent more time together although I would never smoke around him, before we hung out, and never even brought the stench of it near him. Which is a bit reasonable I guess but we practiced every or every other day and Richard's cousin came to practice obviously stoned nearly every day. Everybody knew and nobody cared, not even Richard.

After Richard told me I wasnt allowed to smoke I didnt for some time but it was just driving me crazy. After awhile I felt my best option was to just go over his head and smoke behind his back. That's exactly what I did for awhile and one day I stupidly and carelessly smoked in my van. The next day the band and I had a show and when they went to open my doors the stench of weed washed out and they knew immediately. 

Well they and especially Richard were pissed at me, they were even sneak dissing me on their snapchat stories while I was driving us to our gig. This basically ruined our friendship and through time things deteriorated. I quit smoking weed a little after they figured out because it was the only way I could stay in the band and as much as i was becoming to resent them i still loved the band.

Quitting really only prolonged what was inevitable, our relationships never completely restored. We still resented each other and we just fought more and more about everything. Before we knew it I was out of the band and they continued without me

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