JUST FUCKING SAY NO… to drugs! The sauce on the other hand is different! Keep reading…
I’m not about to get all preachy and tell you readers the effects drugs and alcohol can have on your life and the lives of your loved ones because I’m not a doctor or a drug counselor nor do I even know the full extent of the effects of drugs and alcohol.
I will say that the use of drugs has impacted me in worst way and for that reason I will NEVER FUCKING touch the stuff.
My mother’s ex-husband and his siblings all did drugs and drank heavily at some point in their lives. While I have never gotten the full story, I’m pretty sure my mother’s ex-husband’s usage of drugs and alcohol was a major factor leading to their divorce. I am also pretty sure that is the reason neither of my brother’s mothers stayed with him as well.
Sometimes, I wish I knew why he chose drugs and alcohol over us. Why we weren’t enough to make him be a man and take care of his children? Why he screwed my mother and I out of what could have been a happy life in California? There are so many wonderful things I missed out on by not growing up in California. I’m not sure what my life would be like now if my mother and I had stayed in California. And while I have thought about this a countless number of times, I know I cannot live and dwell in the past or over something that I had no control over.
Alcohol, sauce, juice, etcetera, on the other hand, is a different story. I do drank. For a while, I really thought I was becoming an alcoholic. I don’t drink quite as often because of an incident that happened approximately two years ago. Let’s just say it was a bit of a wakeup call for me. I now limit myself to two or three drinks at most. If I do drink more than that, I am usually at home or tailgating which will give me time to sober up because I refuse to pay $8 for a watered down beer with too damn much head. I hate when the bartender gives me too much head. No pun intended!
But on a serious note, it saddens me that there are so many people have friends and family addicted to drugs. And I don’t understand how things can get so bad or perhaps so “boring” that doing drugs would the most logical answer. Neighborhoods are turned upside down daily because there are gangs fighting over various sides of the street. Heaven forbid “bidness” be bad anywhere!
Why does it have to be this way? Why are the chemists in these meth labs not actual chemists professionally? Why aren’t they using their obviously brilliant brains for good and science instead? Yes I know the money is better and probably comes along a lot quicker than a college professor but at least it would be an honest living. Plus it would keep them from becoming someone’s um bitch on the inside. LOL
And why aren’t all of the marijuana (aka Mary Jane, aka doobie, aka cannabis, aka hemp, aka joint LOL) growers studying horticulture or agriculture at schools like Texas A&M University that’s the first and last aggie compliment anyone will see EVER on this blog, Arizona State University or Michigan State University?
I know I sound naïve and shit but I honestly don’t understand the how, when, where and why of it all. Perhaps I’m not supposed to understand. Lord knows I especially don’t understand the reasoning behind my mother’s ex-husband and his siblings’ addictions.
Until next time, thanks for reading…
The Southern Yankee