I won't lie. I've experimented with drugs. I'm not proud of that but it's the truth. I grew up in a home full of drugs. My dad had an overdose. Everyone around me did it. So when I was old enough, I gave it a try and I wasn't impress with it. I couldn't (and still can't) understand what the big deal is. Yeah, you feel good for a few hours but once the feeling is gone you feel awful. Not only that, but it's expensive and when the addiction gets worse your wallet gets really skinny. And you start looking like a skeleton.
I am 100% anti-drugs. I hate drugs. I hate what it does to people. I hate that it destroys lives and takes away your loved ones. I hate the way it takes your life and the person never even realizes what they are doing to themselves or to those around them.
My nieces and nephews are now doing drugs. It's heartbreaking to hear what they are going through. I was lucky. I was always the odd ball of the family and I moved away from there the first chance I got.
I have taught my son all about drugs and told him how it can ruin your life. He knows how his grandpa died. He's seen what it has done to his uncles and aunts. And he knows what it's doing to his cousins. He says he won't touch drugs and I believe him. There might be a day when he may decide to try something out but I am pretty sure he's going to be like me. He's not going to be impress and will wonder why people waste their lives on that junk.
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