“How ya doing?” they asked as I went in. I should have ignored them, or maybe insulted them, but I’m not the sort of guy who insults people to just be insulting them. So I responded
“Nothing. What’s Up?” then went shopping.
They tried to corral me as I prematurely exited once to make a phone call, but on the second exit, after I was done shopping, I opened myself up to them.
They were representatives from a D.A.R.E. program wanting me to buy cheap overpriced toys that looked like the sort of thing you figured Chinese Lead paint was used on, with the proceeds going to the D.A.R.E. program to keep kids off drugs.
I told them I wasn’t interested. Nicely too. They were persistent. I told them, politely once again, that I wasn’t interested. They were MORE persistent. So when my third attempt arose, I told them how it was absolutely impossible for me to support them in any way because I don’t believe in their program.
I explained how, when I was a teenager in high school, things were rough for me and it wasn’t until I discovered the joys of weekend marijuana use that leveled me off, gave me something to look forward to, made the drudgery of the week and its various forms of mental, and physical abuse TOLERABLE until the weekend when I could smoke some pot, cut loose and enjoy the few moments I had away from school.
I went on to say if it wasn’t for the so-called drugs they wanted to protect the youth from, and then I don’t know what I would have done to myself, or others.
They said nothing. Both of them. They stared at me and said nothing. No Response. Finally, I exited in peace and quiet and went about my day.
Drugs. The War on Drugs (The War, On Drugs). This country loves eternal, non-defeating enemies, especially against concepts like ‘Drugs.’ Smoking pot, and let me assure you, that was the worst of my ‘experimental’ phase, was a thing for me that really came about at a good time for me. Pot saved my life, I believe that, and by time I was in my early-mid twenties I made a conscious decision to stop smoking pot when I had to o for a drug test and tried to mask any trace of marijuana in my system by drinking water.
I ended up shitting my pants because I drank so much water. I passed the drug test and never smoked pot again. I don’t miss it, or crave it anymore. Smoking pot was my YOUTHFUL INDISCRETION. It was how I medicated myself and how I dealt with a rough patch in my life. I have outgrown it, but I will never outgrow my beliefs.
I can fight the truth, but it’s a battle I’m NOT going to win.
Pot saved my life. I truly believe that. That and yeah, shitting your pants is NEVER a good thing.
I said NEVER.
I said NEVER.