I can tell you the exact moment when I knew that my life wasn’t as great as I thought it was. I was walking three miles late at night through the mud, stopping every 5 minutes or so to suck on a pipe filled with ditchweed, praying to feel even the slightest of highs to get me through the night.
Here’s why the war on drugs doesn’t work: Drug-ful America is a rocky, mountainous terrain. You’ve been told for 25+ years that law enforcement is fighting one big war, but the fact is, they’re fighting millions of small ones – and it’s a losing fight. Remind you of any wars you know?
Deputy Happ made his normal rounds, checking on which houses and barns in the countryside might be meth labs as he took a break from pulling over cars with out-of-state license plates. As his car kicked up dirt on the country road, Deputy Happ noticed a small marijuana plant growing randomly among the weeds.
Not only is “harvesting” ditchweed hard work, it’s damn time consuming because you have to find it when no one else is around. It’s like a High Times scavenger hunt.
We have a huge drug problem in the Midwest. There barely seems to be enough to go around. You must find that hard to believe on the East Coast where the crackhouses are navigational landmarks, but it’s true.
Have you ever woken up in a pool of your own vomit or known someone, quite possibly yourself, who got confused while drunk and urinated in your closet? How about fear? Have you ever been afraid of anything in your life, ever? Then this post is for you!
