I've told my wife--when it comes to the drug talk, I don't wanna take the DARE stance and spout off a bunch of bullshit. I wanna be real. And as a grown man, here's what I've found:
Choosing to be an enthusiast of tWeed changes your life. Sure I'd rather be a stoopid stoner than a raging alcoholic, but it's changed the course of my life. In high school--meh, I started smoking after I already dropped out of hockey. In college, I went to a big hockey school but didn't hockey much because of my friends. To be fair though, friends I made who I'd also smoke with are also some friends I got into park skiing and longboarding with, so not all bad but not what I envisioned as a kid.
Then comes adult hood. Being 30s and in Colorado, good luck finding people who still wanna ski park at that age--my wife has bigger balls and hits bigger jumps than most of the friends out here. And I love cars, building them, racing them, but you're on your own when most of your friends spend all their money on PHISH concerts and doing coke and molly at concerts.
I'm glad to have a group of close knit friends and we are pretty active, have good parties for the holidays and birthdays and are overall good people, but sometimes you just find yourself wondering why your interests are so god damn different than all your friends and wonder how you got there. Weed.
**This thread was edited on Jun 17th 2018 at 4:10:06pm