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Heh, when I was a little kid, I was hardline no-drugs, no-booze, no-smoking. I've mellowed with age and education. My old man has had me drinking wine with dinner ever since I was 12; hell, he bought me my first drink when I was 10 (a sangrea[sp?] during a vacation in Mexico).
I've never had the chance to try pot, and have no desire to pursue it, but I might try it if ever offered. My old Room Advisor, Juan, the big Kappa Sig party boy, does a bowl with his roommate on their porch some afternoons. (Of course I know if Peter, my roommate, ever found this out there'd be hell to pay.) Harder drugs? Hell no, I've seen enough shit to know what those things do to the human body.
Still can't stand smoking. I grew up in Utah, where smoking is all but banned outright (one of the things about living in a theocracy). I never got used to second-hand smoke, and even in Texas, I still tend to avoid the smokers on campus. I'd never do it myself; I'd never need the stress relief, and I have this thing against doing major lasting damage to this tender corpse of mine.
In my old high school, there were a number of Straight-Edgers. You know, the hardcore anti-drug youth philosophy? In Utah, Straight-Edge is classified as a violent gang by law enforcement. This after several incidents with thugs using Straight-Edge as a lisence to kick the shit out of people. Nowadays I understand a little of the drug culture and the multi-tiered industrial complex based around the drug trade and the American Drug War. It's interesting stuff, and I'm thinking about applying it in this story I've been meaning to write for the last two years.
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