I dont think theres anything wrong with drugs if you dont abuse them. In that case Wes, you didnt abuse them. Personally, i think alcohol is ok, because i dont drink all the time and abuse it.

My friend ate a blunt.

            One weekend during my junior year in high school, I made the poor decision to fill a water bottle with vodka and walk to Blockbuster Video.  Before I even arrived at the first Starbucks I developed a case of 'butterfingers' and dropped the bottle a couple times.  Once inside Starbucks, the light colored decor appeared bright and unappealing for a coffee shop.  The background noise sounded like I had a plastic fishbowl over my head.  I ordered a sugar-stuffed blended drink.  While waiting for my order, a late middle-aged woman struck up a conversation about how Dietrich's was better.  By conversation I mean that she spoke and I stopped paying attention because I soon lost interest.  I was drunk.  She didn't seem to have the slightest suspicion.  I grabbed my coffee and went on my way.  Then, I rented a movie or two and walked home.

                        While I walked closer to home I noticed realtor signs.  They were the type of lawn signs that appear around election times.  I became enraged because at the time there was much talk that realtors were inflating house prices with no end in sight.  I started to haphazardly pull the signs up out of the ground.  Then a beat-up compact car that reminded me of a Hyundai my mother had years back drove up to the first sign.  He started resetting the signs.  My clouded logic drove me to 'outsmart' the driver.  I started bending the wire posts and throwing them in the bushes.  After that, he drove to the corner and waited for me.  Erratic rage instantly turned into paranoia as I turned the corner and the car started following me.  I took an alternate route to my cul-de-sac through greenbelts and alleyways.  Seeing the car waiting for me at the entrance to my cul-de-sac startled me like a bolt of lightning.  I redirected further through another alleyway only to be cut off by the man standing at the other end.  He tried to confront me and I slurred a vulgar response.  I decided to leave the neighborhood for a while, and I decided to escape to the mall.

                        What logic I would have from sobering up was stolen by increasing paranoia. I took strange back ways to get to the mall.  At one point I even hid inside a portable restroom for a good fifteen minutes!  Eventually, I was completely sober and I calmed down a little.  While still paranoid, I got the nerve to go home.  I took the bus a stop past my neighborhood, and then I took a back way to the other end of the alleyways.  I followed the alleyways to the one behind my house.  Then, I climbed over the fence.  I wish this experience taught me that drinking irresponsibly and in public is a bad idea, but the event that did is another story.

Edit: I had to fix some characters because I copy/pasted from word.

im "high" on life,ESE...