I have seen enough drunk people to know that alcohol isn’t as much fun as the adults make it out to be.
I tried it once, and the hangover was enough to convince me I didn’t want to take up the habit.
I tried cigarettes too, but the taste stayed with me for the longest time. I felt woozy, and I swore my breath smelled of tobacco for the next week. My eldest brother loves using marijuana. I keep wondering when he will get caught. He is very open with how much pot he uses, where he uses pot, and when he uses pot. Marijuana is still illegal in our state, but he doesn’t care. He says it helps his anxiety and helps him to focus much better. I’m sure about the focusing because he seems to be out of it when he talks to me. Anxiety wise, he is in a better mood and not so quick to get angry with every little thing I say. I was thinking about trying marijuana, when I saw how much calmer he is. My problem is that I am afraid that the first time I use it, I will have an undercover police officer somewhere nearby. My brother doesn’t live at home, but I do. My mother would ground me until the day I die if the police brought me home. She would gladly leave me to rot if they called and told her I was in jail for possession of marijuana. She says she has had enough of that with my brother.I think I’ll wait until they make recreational marijuana legal.