Ok there is a point to what is about to be written here, but bear with me. It is something that I wrote up quickly which addresses an issue that is big, even in the suburbs. Or as I like to call it "reality TV's biggest clients". This poem is about an experience that I encountered tonight at a local watering hole...and is really a sad testement to that lax attitude we have taken in the last ten years.
I met a man today,
he told me his name was Jose
He tried to shake my hand
among his drool.
Little did he know that he looked like a fool.
The bartender had to send him away.
Because of the way he yelled at a lady
So off he went on his folly
But the place was less jolly.
He said that he would be back tommorow,
with more money that he will borrow.
His main problem was the heroin,
that which is doing his life in...
I find it a sad state of affairs that in this day and age, amongst the knowledge that has been accumulated about the dangers of drugs, that within the last ten years we have allowed a drug society to grow. Hell I know from first hand experience between a very close friend who died of the stuff. And students who occasionally checked in and out of class due to the drug problem. I am not going to overly criticisize those people who argue for the legalization of marijuana. They do have a few valid points when it comes to the legalization of marijuana. But less face the facts on one thing people...an addictive personality is an addictive personality, whether it is to alcohol, or to drugs of any shape or size to gambling and even to an extent video games. A person who has an addictive personality is going to become even worse without help. Or even a guiding hand to direct them.
For the last ten years we have allowed people to become lax on the effects of marijuana which produced some very interesting roomates who would get all huffy when I mentioned that I never touched the stuff. They would argue about all the positive sides of the drug and what not. And how alcohol has more people addicted to it, etc and so forth. But keep in mind all I wrote/said was I never touched the stuff... I DID NOT say they were wrong, I DID NOT say it should be banned etc...they just got all huffy cause I didnt hear their arguments (Lil factoid: more people are addicted to alcohol cause it is more readily available, hence the higher statistics on why people are more addicted to it). Or any arguments to the pot issue. To be honest it was something I never sat awake at night thinking about. It did provide for some very entertaining arguments from these same people who would be all stoned out of their minds, and mind you, DID NOT graduate from college. While I on the other hand acheived graduation. Just an interesting quandry to their arguments.
I really never thought about the whole drug issue, especially over pot until May 17, 2001 when a very close friend of mine died of drug overdose. He would always argue that "pot was a pussy drug, and that Angel dust/heroin produced better effects". Which means at one time that he did start out on pot and worked his way up the drug ladder according to the 'experts'. But I dbunk the 'experts' ideas in the fact that his two brothers turned out to be very successful people who lead productive lives, One rarely drinks. So my argument is more along the lines of it is the personality more than it is the individual. My ultimate argument is that a person who does not succeed in treatment despite numerous attempts by both familial, and governmental means, should be punished by the highest amount of punishment imaginable. I have seen from 1st hand experience with both my friend, students, and roomates how many times both would intervene in their betterment. And how many programs fail. Perhaps it is time to institute drastic measures to the solution. Something along the lines of hard labor to these people to ween them away from their addictions might (KEYWORD: might), be a solution. For it would prevent the incident that was described in my poem tonight. Just a lil food for thought.
I met a man today,
he told me his name was Jose
He tried to shake my hand
among his drool.
Little did he know that he looked like a fool.
The bartender had to send him away.
Because of the way he yelled at a lady
So off he went on his folly
But the place was less jolly.
He said that he would be back tommorow,
with more money that he will borrow.
His main problem was the heroin,
that which is doing his life in...
I find it a sad state of affairs that in this day and age, amongst the knowledge that has been accumulated about the dangers of drugs, that within the last ten years we have allowed a drug society to grow. Hell I know from first hand experience between a very close friend who died of the stuff. And students who occasionally checked in and out of class due to the drug problem. I am not going to overly criticisize those people who argue for the legalization of marijuana. They do have a few valid points when it comes to the legalization of marijuana. But less face the facts on one thing people...an addictive personality is an addictive personality, whether it is to alcohol, or to drugs of any shape or size to gambling and even to an extent video games. A person who has an addictive personality is going to become even worse without help. Or even a guiding hand to direct them.
For the last ten years we have allowed people to become lax on the effects of marijuana which produced some very interesting roomates who would get all huffy when I mentioned that I never touched the stuff. They would argue about all the positive sides of the drug and what not. And how alcohol has more people addicted to it, etc and so forth. But keep in mind all I wrote/said was I never touched the stuff... I DID NOT say they were wrong, I DID NOT say it should be banned etc...they just got all huffy cause I didnt hear their arguments (Lil factoid: more people are addicted to alcohol cause it is more readily available, hence the higher statistics on why people are more addicted to it). Or any arguments to the pot issue. To be honest it was something I never sat awake at night thinking about. It did provide for some very entertaining arguments from these same people who would be all stoned out of their minds, and mind you, DID NOT graduate from college. While I on the other hand acheived graduation. Just an interesting quandry to their arguments.
I really never thought about the whole drug issue, especially over pot until May 17, 2001 when a very close friend of mine died of drug overdose. He would always argue that "pot was a pussy drug, and that Angel dust/heroin produced better effects". Which means at one time that he did start out on pot and worked his way up the drug ladder according to the 'experts'. But I dbunk the 'experts' ideas in the fact that his two brothers turned out to be very successful people who lead productive lives, One rarely drinks. So my argument is more along the lines of it is the personality more than it is the individual. My ultimate argument is that a person who does not succeed in treatment despite numerous attempts by both familial, and governmental means, should be punished by the highest amount of punishment imaginable. I have seen from 1st hand experience with both my friend, students, and roomates how many times both would intervene in their betterment. And how many programs fail. Perhaps it is time to institute drastic measures to the solution. Something along the lines of hard labor to these people to ween them away from their addictions might (KEYWORD: might), be a solution. For it would prevent the incident that was described in my poem tonight. Just a lil food for thought.
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