that is illegal for good
reason-- it will
ruin your life.
The argument that you cannot be addicted
. Whether or not the body craves it, the mind craves it and the sense of calm it gives. Nobody's body is addicted to Warcraft, and yet how many guys do you see vegetating
in front of their
Pot is, in no way or form, a "better alternative drug." The effects are especially severe on teenagers. Short
term, marijuana has been
proven to hinder the parts of the mind that
control memory, attention, and learning. Long term, users are faced
, as well as lung, airway, and immune system
causes as much harm
as cocaine, heroin, and alcohol.
drugs in general, any happiness gained is completely artificial
. Would you rather have real emotions
from real experiences that
you've been through in real life or fake emotions
messing with your
affects family relationships, school performance, and everyday activities, and will destroy hope of a future with a decent job. There are, however, both
in-patient and out-patient
programs that can help marijuana-addicts regain normal lives.
Bimbos of the world
are working to legalize marijuana. Please, if you are one of these people, channel your
efforts towards more useful causes, such as poverty relief
or education in Third World
countries-- Earth would be a much better place.
Olivia: Your breath smells
like marijuana. Again. You know what I've told
you about that.
Steve: I don't fucking care, you fucking brat.
O: Look at the time. Five in the morning. You're ruining
your life. Heck, you don't even go to school anymore.
S: Leave me alone.
O: Look, I'm saying
this because I'm your sister and I care about you. (Olivia starts crying.) You can still stop this, with
help. Please, Steve.
S: (screaming now) Shut the fuck up!
(Dad is alerted.)
Dad: (screaming from his room upstairs) Two fucking hours ago you said you'd be home!
S: Whatever. (under his breath) Faggot
(Dad comes down and takes in son warily)
D: Get your
act together, I'm going to sleep. (He pauses then speaks with icy carefulness) If you steal my car again, I'm calling the police. I won't mention you're my son, because you'll have been disowned
(Dad goes into his room and slams door. Steve starts to cry. Olivia
puts a hand
on his shoulder)
O: You can still
(Steve pulls away and retreats to his room)