The people who told me that drugs were bad were my junor high teachers. They wouldn't preach it or nothing, but if it came up in class, we were kicked out in the hall for speaking "bad" things.

My parents never once told me that MJ was dangerous. The first time I got busted smoking it, I was on my front step, coughing my ass off. My dad got up, came out and said, "what are you tokin up?"..."ya I am, you busted me"..."well keep it down, I can hear you coughing from the backyard" The morning after he found me passed out on the couch, my pipe laying on the table. He told me, "If you smoke pot, I don't care. I can't give you shit for something I do, but if you smoke crack, I'll kick your fucking ass"...that was all. Pot has always been accepted in our family. I told my grade 9 principal he was dickhead because my buddy was joking around that I stole a scale from the lab. My principal says, "what, to weigh your drugs on?" I said ya dickhead, so what? Ah...to be young again.