I was at a party getting drunk, and I had been thinking a lot about it lately.
I had this great friend who I knew liked to get high, and I always used to give him shit in middle-school about it, because I knew it seemed to have an effect on his school work.
Well anyway, he was at da party!
So I still agree teens need to stay off da grass..
But he had at this point in our lives (I was 18, he was 19) become more or less a fine person in life, a stoner, but a great friend to have.
(Sorry getting to the point)...
So I researched pot, and found out that it had
ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING BAD SIDE EFFECTS!!!
I thought how much I hated my dad for being an alcoholic..
I could barely stand the morning after, for such a stupor of effects..
I still don't understand such a horrid addiction, so destructive.
So at the party, I offered him a ride home. I told him how I had thought about trying it..
He offered to get me BLAZED! Haha, my first time was fucking excellent.
We watched like 15 movies in an hour, with him fast forwarding to all the WTF funny parts.
And now a little more than a year later, here I fucking am.
I'd say my mind has been expanded for the better.
Fortunately, my story has no peer pressure.
So I get to shove that in the face of people who say that shit to me.