Post by 1:( on Aug 31, 2005 0:34:29 GMT -5
I figured while I'm here I may add more depth to this issue which will probably shed much more light than my initial one-dimensional rant.
Back in my earlier years of high school, I was best friends with a kid who liked to smoke pot. He did it a lot. In Shevy's wording, he was the type of kid who would steal to buy a bag. He did it quite regularly for a while...it was almost the only thing he talked about or ever did. Being the naive kid I was back at the age of 14, I was shocked at this, not even ready to try the shit(although I had no hatred for it, it just made me nervous). And then I remember his mom found some in his room and gave him the riot act. For a while, this kid went straight. A lot of people I knew did, all at the same time. But the others were not so bad. They could handle it. But I had to be friends with the one kid who couldn't...and he fell into old habits again. And became even worse.
He is now in a correctional facility. As far as I know, this kid's done every drug you could think of from pot to shrooms to coke to heroin. It's fucked up. And he could be very violent about his opinions...he was a compulsive liar. And if you didn't like something he liked, you could be considered a moron. Same with the vice versa(liking something he didn't). Hence why I was such an asshole for such a long time(and still kind of am).
So there you go. Because I was such good friends with a kid who was not only ready to experiment but tried to force other people to do it at a time when I hadn't even considered that I would be offered the shit someday, I am scarred.
I am very surprised I haven't caved.
Back in my earlier years of high school, I was best friends with a kid who liked to smoke pot. He did it a lot. In Shevy's wording, he was the type of kid who would steal to buy a bag. He did it quite regularly for a while...it was almost the only thing he talked about or ever did. Being the naive kid I was back at the age of 14, I was shocked at this, not even ready to try the shit(although I had no hatred for it, it just made me nervous). And then I remember his mom found some in his room and gave him the riot act. For a while, this kid went straight. A lot of people I knew did, all at the same time. But the others were not so bad. They could handle it. But I had to be friends with the one kid who couldn't...and he fell into old habits again. And became even worse.
He is now in a correctional facility. As far as I know, this kid's done every drug you could think of from pot to shrooms to coke to heroin. It's fucked up. And he could be very violent about his opinions...he was a compulsive liar. And if you didn't like something he liked, you could be considered a moron. Same with the vice versa(liking something he didn't). Hence why I was such an asshole for such a long time(and still kind of am).
So there you go. Because I was such good friends with a kid who was not only ready to experiment but tried to force other people to do it at a time when I hadn't even considered that I would be offered the shit someday, I am scarred.
I am very surprised I haven't caved.
