The Ironies Of Doing Drugs

I'd never smoked marijuana before and I never imagined it would be so difficult.

First everyone kept telling me how dangerous it was. It would sap all my will power. I'd become a stoner.

Then, there was no place for me to buy any. It was legal in some states but in Philadelphia, no one knew where I could score some.

Finally, I found a dealer, but he wouldn't sell any to me. "You look like a good kid. Why don't you go home?"

I've done heroin plenty of times and this guy won't sell me a bag of weed!

The Closet

Billy was consumed by fear. Somewhere on the other side of the closet door was the man come to kill him.

Billy desperately sought for some means of egress. All he could find were a pile of hand-me-downs and broken toys. He eventually decided his only recourse was to face the end bravely and he opened the door ready for come what may.

It was not long after the incident that Billy checked himself back into rehab. Three days spent in the closet, hiding from the mailman, finally drove home the point that his marijuana addiction was out of control.