I vote for legalization. We all know, who I work for. We all mostly know me. I grew up in the East End of Long Island. Nothing to do, but Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll.
When I was in High School, it was very very hard for me to get in touch with niches, and groups. Being physically handicapped, people are either really really scared of you, ignorant of your issues, or expect you to be less-human than anyone else.
Oh yeah, life was fun... I always did my own thing...
I was very very well suited to be one of those
cripples who collected S.S.I and lived in a Hospital until the day they died.
Both of my parents are handicapped, so when it came to growing up everything negated itself. We were, in every sense of the word,
normal.
My handicapped parents spent 30 years as Federal Agents for the United States Government... you wanna talk about freaking people out?
I digress
In my teen years, the only ones who accepted me was the long-haired hippie type pico-:q:q:qs, (who I betcha even had commy flags tacked up one the wall inside their garage)
Are ya with me so far?
One day, in like tenth grade, some kid picked on me. He started pushing my wheelchair around in the halls (with me in it) whilst I had no control in stopping him... I kept yelling "Stop! Stop! Stop it!" and he was just laffing, zooming me around in the hallways showing off to his friends...
After what felt like an eternity of being pushed around, I remembered my dad telling me, "Always think before you act, you don't realize it, but physically you're upper body is stronger than the average"
Well, I snapped, grabbed one wheel, spun the chair around at full speed and wound up facing him. Grabbed him, picked him up OVER me, and chucked his sorry 15 year old ass right through a plate glass window into our school courtyard.
You could probably hear a pin drop immediately after 'til he started crying. All I could yell was "I said STOP!"
That was the last time I took shiyat from anyone, within the year, I had really long hair, black leather jacket (Megadeth and Metallica Patches inclusive), smoking pot, drinking beer, doing everything you're not supposed to do. I averaged on IQ Tests at any given time roughly 167. (Which is extremely high) I was the only dirtbag in the local computer club and chess club, and the only geek in the metal head crowd (half of them owe their HS Diploma to me).
I've done lots of drugs... Coke, LSD, Shrooms, X, etc etc etc... if you can smoke it, ingest it, just be around it, I did it... Why? Cuz it was fun... I was normal in my crowd... those people liked me. Still friends with a lot of them to this day...
My best friend is 29 just like me... did as much as I did. He's now a Philosphy Professor at Brown University in Chicago. (Did I mention he's 29)
Racing Cars, Unprotected Sex, Binge Drinking, Getting thrown in jail for doing all three at the same time. That hurts....
Pot never hurt. I think someone else said "I've smoked with Lawyers, Doctors, ..." So have I... I've smoke with famous people, I've smoke with politicians... the stories I could tell. It makes you feel good, but it's not physically addicting... It's not as sensory affecting as the mildest alcoholic beverage available at the local 7-11.
Government knows it. We know it. And in the mess of mushrooms, tabs, pills, and powder, everyone said "Eww, I'll just stick to my herbage" Drugs are bad mmmkay...
I actually associate my happiest times and most realistic eye-opening portion of my life... while smoking up...
Did it hurt? Naah, I work on Wall St and Drive a Lincoln.
1998 Lincoln Mark VIII
2002 Mercury Sable
1990 Pontiac Grand Prix
1990 Cadillac Coupe DeVille