Twelve-year-old male marijuana smoker to a nine-year-old male, while proffering a lit doobie:
“Here. Try this. It’s good for you!”
Nine-year-old male to twelve-year-old:
“If I want to breathe smoke, I’ll find the nearest house fire.”
That was my brother, at 12, and I, at 9.
He went on to become sociopathic with several arrests for violence among other things. He now lives in the desert somewhere as a nomad.
He was once very popular, King of the Prom, and recipient of a Who’s Who Award at Palo Alto High School.
I no longer see him, since he dislocated my jaw the last time I did.
I was never very popular. On the other hand, I managed to avoid being psychotic, assaulting people, and ending up in jail.
(Having grown up surrounded by hippie types in Palo Alto, I have seen plenty of evidence of just how “harmless” smoking marijuana is.)
Nota Bene: Inhaling smoke of any kind is absolutely unnatural snd unhealthful.
Had you been repeatedly droning on about all your amazing accomplishments at the time?
I was never very popular.
Astonishing.