Drugs are like stealing your parent’s car. The more fun you have in the car, the more screwed you are when your parents get it back. You can get away with it a few times, but after a while the repercussions are not worth than the joy ride and you are stealing the car to get to work to pay for gas to steal the car. Man, I am super good at metaphors.
As addicted as I am to food, alcohol, social media and body lotion, I am really lucky that I’m not into drugs. The friends that they have destroyed went from regular people with regular parents and regular backgrounds to stinky dead-eyed monsters who have hurt their loved ones beyond belief.
Sometimes addiction happens after trauma and sometimes it’s the luck of the draw in your DNA. What if I had liked cocaine as much as I liked slathering myself with body lotion (which I truly do love)? I bet I would have moved on to different, harder drugs. For example, I started with Curel but now my fancy lotion costs $25 for 6 ounces. We can’t all be Chelsea Handler.
I’m a downer on drugs. This is a downer piece. Drugs are kinda dumb and they slowly take away the credibility of the person on them. Credibility is worth more than cash money as an adult. And by adult I mean a 35-year-old. No judgement on drugdoers in their 20s. Those are fun drug times.
Except for pot. Obviously you should smoke more pot.