The war on drugs is strange, man.
I don’t know about ‘yall who bought all the shit they tried to feed us in gradeschool
but my anti-drug doctorine came from my parents. and it’s pretty simple. they pretty much said to me (not in their words, mine):
- If you have to use something in order to feel a certain way, don’t do it.
- You’ll want that feeling more often, and hey- you are a kid of habit, and hell, so are we.
- Don’t drink- people just act ignant when they are drunk you don’t really need it. And white folk just have to get drunk to have a good time its crazy just don’t be like them crazy white folk smh
- Most of all, kid, its illegal. Don’t try playin casual cause if you slip you done. System don’t really work out for black dudes on any substance, period.
They got their reasons, so they didn’t need to scare me into anything- or out of anything. I respect how they move. And they didn’t lie, and say its easy to not drink or smoke. They say it isn’t fun, cause all their friends did and do- so they don’t pretend like everyone does what they do. My dad had to sit outside bars in the Canadian winter after gigs just to be away from that.
Do I gotta go on like that doe?
I would like to hang in the bar for a little sippy sippy. All my cousins sippy sippy- my grandparent’s had their sippy sippy. Its my parents and their generation that don’t touch. Cause they’ve seen what it did to a sibling or two, and my pops mixed drinks for his father when he was a wee tot.
Will I be an ass and get drunk? Naw. Cause I don’t like drunk folk, don’t like running into drunk folk at shows, and I got little time for folk who can’t have a time without a little sippay sippay.
I would like to smoke herb. My situation with that is, I’m friends with the folks who have friends who smoke but don’t themselves. And I ain’t buying shit. But if someone is passing a spliff at a function, and I’m cool with the folk there, I will handle and pass, no issue.
But all those (white folk) drugs, reachin into their medicine cabinet or chemistry set- I don’t fucks with that shit. If you gotta be rollin at the next show we go to, you aren’t coming with me. Coke is stupid. Crack is stupid. We all know that shit. I would go trippin once though.
My father is puzzled by my urge to try things. He is satisfied. I feel like I must know, before I turn it down, if I am curious. Both are fine ways to live. As long as you understand that you are walking a little closer to the line with the latter, that’s all.
I just know my tendencies. I am a man of habit. I have terrible discipline. I know its my M.O. to slip big now and then. So that might not be the best move for me.
But I am slowly reaching the point where I wonder why I haven’t made any decisions in my life that aren’t out of step with what my parents dig. Fuck that youthful rebellion shit- I missed that train. I am just starting to see that unlike my elders, if I am curious, I want to try. Learn as much as I can hands of, then get my hands on.
Different way of walking, that’s all. My pops will be mad disappointed that I have to try that and this, but that will be that.
My mom is the curious type too, I think. She’s just strongwilled. She was angry when she first heard I lit up the other day, but soon after she was pretty (admittedly) excited to ask me about what the marijuana was like. She’s too cute. lol