Sex, Drugs, and Lack Thereof.

Read an article today about children, and one of the points that stood out to me, was about how to talk to them about drugs. I had to comment on this, and I never comment on forums.

My father won this part of my childhood, with a simple short speech.

No matter where I was, what I had done/taken/broken, one call and he could come get me. My own personal extraction team in a beat up two-door. If I was drunk, high, bare-assed naked and running from the cops, one call was all it took to get me home.

My father was a Hearthstone.

He told me that he wouldn't yell, punish, or even question what I was doing... until the morning, but by then I'd of had time to think of a decent excuse... and it better have been decent. This is also the man who accepted: "they were damn hot" as an excuse.

Here's the weird part; it worked. I was never big into drugs or alcohol. Hell I was a full fledged adult before I even tried a drug, or smoked (it was at the same time as well).

Somehow, having the support and trust of my father, made it really easy to just brush off peer pressure. I didn't even have the fear of "if I do this, I ruin that trust..." because you always think "by even coming here I've broken it..." you're a teen, you're angsty, it's a tailspin.

But not me, I knew that all I had to do to secure and prove that trust was well kept, was to simple call him, and let him bail me out. In one small paragraph of dialogue, my father out witted an entire generation of shit-headed teens who tried to get me to be shit headed with them. He basically said he'd be an accomplice, to whatever I did, a getaway driver.

As to the Drug incident, I was out of college by that time, I was with two hot girls who said "hey, you should try this" and I did. I did it for really two reasons, number One being that I wanted to know what it was like, before I told my kids whether or not to avoid it. Then Pot failed me. Here are the top three reasons:
3: It tasted like trying to deepthroat a car muffler. Hot, smokey, and sharp. Three things that should never go down your throat.
2: It didn't really "enhance colors and sound", because the movie I can't remember, is not remembered as "enhanced."
1: with a bullet: it didn't lead to a threesome. We watched a forgettable movie instead. Seriously, a recreational substance cannot fail you this much, and still be fun.

I've had a better time with gummy worms: They tasted like candy, because they were. They were brightly colored. And my girlfriend at the time like to use them as weird making out accessories.

So you see, future spawn of mine, Gummy Worms completely pwn Pot. They're also cheaper, and you don't have to talk to a sketchy dumbass to get them.