Don't do drugs, kids. - Page 2

This encounter opened my eyes. What other horrors would lurk in my future if I failed to read the drugs facts in the agenda book? I tore out of that student’s pathetic hovel, panic in my eyes, and ran home at full sprint. The ground spun beneath my feet. The sky burgeoned with clouds and rumbled with thunder.

Finally I reached home, grabbed my agenda book, and sat down to read it. The truth shocked me. I could barely close my eyes until finally I had read every single drug fact. The book started slowly, mentioning that teens that hang around people that are drinking have an increased chance of injury, and then escalated into a grand fugue of death and self-destruction. By the end of the book they had disclosed that 400,000 people die each year from cigarette smoking. I saw the corpses piled in mass graves, their black lungs protruding from ravaged torsos.

I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. The agenda book sat on my dresser, beckoning, calling to me to with some dark force of terror all its own.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I got some white-out and smeared it across all of the drug facts. Then I replaced them all with happier sentiments. "I believe in fairies," I wrote, "You can always succeed if you’re willing to try, try, TRY!" Finally, I was able to sleep, secure in the knowledge that the plight of my decaying generation would never be revealed.

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