My Shame

Have you ever had one of those life events that just opens up some crazy can of worms that has to change everything?  Ever have to tell one of those stories where you don’t know where you should even start?  A story where even the beginning is a poor choice?  Let me try to start it, even though, no matter where I start it, it loses the point.  Ugh….

Recently, my mother passed away.  As with most parental passings it caused quite a bit of emotional discharge from those closest.  And with all emotional discharge comes the things that you just cannot explain.  The problem with starting the story here is that the issues started months before her passing, it started with her getting sick.

The Visible Effects of Hard Drugs on the Body

One of the ugliest parts of living in a small town is the ratio of people who use drugs.  What is really sad is how apparent it is.  Many drugs damage the body in many obvious ways.  Crystal Meth is one of the most obvious.

Lisa and I are close to the same age, yet there are people she graduated with that look well over double our age.  The scars, the sagging skin, the wrinkles, and the teeth are all huge indicators.  There are so many folks she’s introduced me to that look as old as Lisa’s mother (who has aged decently well) yet are either our age or younger.

A Rant on What Drugs Mean to Me.

This is a hard one to start, because I don’t know if I should start with a disclaimer or not.  In the end, I guess I should.  Let me start by saying that I support legalizing marijuana, but I think that people that use it are a detriment to society, sad people, and weak.

Crazy huh?  I’ve always been a firm believer in the fact that if people want to do it, then they should be allowed to.  Laws are there to protect people, but in the end, if used in moderation the outward effects on society are negligible, and probably not as bad as alcohol.