Originally posted by -ThrillKill-
In general terms I still can't say I support the use of marijuana. I'm anti-pot because I personally don't need the crap, and since it has flucuating side effects I don't see the point in its use. It's just like all the other drugs out there; you don't need it, so why use it?
I don't need help to "calm down" for one thing. A nice hot bath or a good movie does that nicely.
It's like I said before...
"If you use pot, you're a friggin' loser. Get a hobby, get a life, and seek counciling."
Edit: Also, stop comparing pot to other things to make it sound nicer. That isn't the point. We all know alcohol is bad, no need to remind us over and over.
My father does drugs. He was once a pillar of intellect who loved his wife and children dutifully; I would even go so far as to say he was a model father.
Now...after years of doing this...
...he can't tie his own shoes without getting angry. He drives like a maniac to drop me off at home from work (we work at the same place) so he can disappear for an hour and a half under the claim of "playing the number" or "getting some gas" (we live next door to a convenience store, a sub shop, and a gas station, so this is even more a load of crap) and get wasted. Then he stays up till all hours of the night trying to out-insomiac me so that once I go to sleep he can sneak out and do MORE drugs.
There have been times when emergencies have come up and he's smoked so much weed that he's passed out. It's all he does, and unlike your average 15 year old kid, he has a well paying job (that he can barely do) and he can get much larger quantities of marijuana in a day then your average teenager can pay.
He also gets his money deposited into a joint account with my mother's and occasionally mine (a loophole in the bank she works at gets me free checking and free ATM that way). So it is not uncommon for us to require money for food or gas or a bill and it be mysteriously gone, while anywhere between $50 and $250 worth of weed or alcohol is hidden in his trunk or in his briefcase from work.
When I was five, he once threw me across a room.
He doesn't remember my birthday. I am his first born son, and he doesn't remember my birthday, OR my middle name. He chose the middle name; it's HIS name (John), but he still can't remember this.
His temper has become so short that he once got into a shouting match with me in a car and nearly drove he and myself off a bridge in Lynn, Ma. He drives a Grand Prix and easily exceeded 100 miles per hour--fortunately at the last second he turned the wheel back to the left.
He is now at a point where he gets stoned every single day, oftentimes more than once. He cannot function without weed and it shows more since I've started working with him: towards the end of the day he starts to fiend for his stuff, and his temper instantly blows over every little thing, and he becomes confrontational and aggressive and agitated and stupid.
He once told me that you can kick a dog in the stomach as hard as you can and that it doesn't get mad, because animals have no feelings, it just bites you out of reflex. This is the same person who, when I was a kid in 6th grade, explained to me in deep detail the big bang theory, a talk from which I wrote a report that won a state-wide award.
FOr these and many many more reasons, I am and always will be straightedge and have had a longstanding vow that the day Marijuana is legalized to a point where I cannot escape it I am simply going to commit suicide. THAT is how much I hate drugs.
It should ALL be illegal; smoking, drinking, and drugs, no matter the effect. I don't care what the arguments or "medicinal uses" are (if it cures cancer I'm sure they can put it into a pill or shot, and not give out two blunts and say "call me in the morning"). It's bull****. If you use it you are weak.
And at some point, you'll end up like my father. Stupid, and weak-willed. You want a whole country full of that? Fine, you can have it. I'll take it to the grave instead.
'Nuff said.
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