A Bad Experience With Drugs and Alcohol
Would you like to hear about a bad experience on drugs? A friend of mine had one, and it was as bad as it could be.
While he was still in high school, Scott started drinking and smoking marijuana. He was in 11th grade. A few guys that he thought were cool were doing it, so he decided he’d be cool if he did it too. He was wrong.
The cool guys that Scott admired let him join their little clique of friends. Bill and Skip would get together with Scott on the weekends. They’d wait outside a bar for a sympathetic guy to buy beer for them. It usually didn’t take long. They knew people who sold pot at the local mall, so after scoring some beer, they went shopping for marijuana. This was just the beginning, and it was nothing but fun.
A little later, Scott and his friends started taking diet pills. They had been prescribed for Bill’s mom, but he stole a handful and shared them with his friends. The pills made them talk a lot, and they could drink more beer and smoke more pot. Coming down, or crashing, was a very bad experience. Scott felt wiped out for a couple days after one of his speed trips, but that didn’t stop him from doing it more frequently.
Downers were the next things he tried. Valium was easy to find, but it led Scott to even harder drugs called Qualudes. If you drank and smoked pot while taking Qualudes, you’d soon be out of control. Scott did things he never thought he’d do. He took money from his mom’s purse. He drove her car when he was stoned. He dropped out of school so that he could party all the time.
This was when Scott lost any semblance of sanity. He lived to get high. He didn’t care about anything else. He took more and more drugs in stronger doses. Qualudes and beer were still his favorites. He wasn’t the same guy that I knew in Little League or high school. He was totally gone.
I heard that one night he bought a few Qualudes for himself and his girlfriend. She didn’t show up for their date, which really made him angry. He took all the pills and started drinking. Then, he took his mom’s car and went looking for his girlfriend. He never found her.
As he drove through town, he was swerving all over the road. He sideswiped a few parked cars and overcorrected. He crossed the center line and smashed head-on into another car that was driving toward him. Scott wasn’t wearing a seat belt. He smashed his face into the steering wheel and died on the spot.
Nothing good comes from alcohol or drugs. It might seem fun in the beginning, but it will catch up with you. Nobody is immune. You might get away with it for a year or maybe even many years, but you’ll eventually pay the price.