I smoked weed in college (along with most of America) and occasionally afterwards. Gave it up about 8 years ago, had two sons, and decided to take it back up again six months ago. Once every week or two, I step outside and have a smoke after the kids are in bed (though I'm not opposed to doing it while they're awake). I've successfully tended to their occasional needs. I'm a bit high, not blitzed.
I'm done pretending there's anything wrong with it. Done. All my friends can have their two glasses of wine, their cigarettes, their cosmos...I can have my weed. And no, I don't care that it's illegal. I refuse to go along with the hysteria any longer. Everyone with half a brain knows it's safer than alcohol or cigarettes. Far less violence, sickness, death, and addiction related to marijuana than the LEGAL drugs (and alcohol IS a drug). This is my choice.
And yes, I'm sure my kids will figure it out someday. I'm sure your kids will see you drinking wine, yes? I'll explain exactly what I explained here: it's relatively safe, it's safer than alcohol, you should use it occasionally, safely, not drive, and ENJOY. Stay away from the 15 beers you'll be tempted to drink at a fraternity party and get high instead. And yes, I deeply hope my sons will choose not to drink or smoke cigarettes. I hope they will make smart choices; not what the law has decided is smart for them. Because when my cousin David was murdered by a drunk driver, he had come from a legal bar handing out legal drugs. But I can't get stoned in my house and eat too many cheetos. And I just can't make sense of that.
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