That fake shit is the work of evil forces for sure. I was addicted and smoking it heavy enough also. Thought I was going to die twice or thrice but it would call you back. Took awhile before I realised I was more like a crackhead then I ever wanted to be all because I ran outta bud. I mean I would crave it as soon as the bag was gone and not even care the real. Made me sick, dizzy, gave me chest pains, and headaches. Never again, though at times I have got nug from a friend who knows a friend and I get hints of the K2, Mr Happy, Spice, or whatever you call it and I think there is some growers lacing up with that shit.