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Don’t do drugs, kids.

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I wrote this for my school paper after the administration distributed agenda books with drug facts on every page:

I find that as I journey down the highways and byways of life, I often end up in seedy parts of town, where I find all of my peers stumbling around in a drug-induced haze, vomiting in trash bins and lying face down in gutters. I was surprised to find even the top students, the most involved, leading secret double lives! I knew that I could trust no one.

From time to time I rolled one of them over and asked what caused them to go so wrong, so terribly, terribly wrong. After all, they had the DARE program in fifth grade, the instructions on saying no, the funny skits by the Teens as Teachers, the ‘very special’ episodes of every sitcom on television, and convicts from jail coming to speak them about the dangers of drugs.

More often than not they merely drooled and mumbled incoherently. When I did catch some capable of speech they invariably warned me about the dangers of ignoring the cardinal wisdom of the agenda book.

“If only,” said one student, “I could have made out the words that the agenda book told me. They were all blurry. But if only I could have made out the words, then I would have known that drinking alcohol would result in my weight gain and bad breath. Now I’m doomed. I will never find a girlfriend.”

The student, who wished to remain anonymous, could barely move. The corpulent mass of his body spilled over the edges of his couch, and flooded onto the floor. All he could possibly do was lie prone in his dank basement, surrounded by beer bottles and the detritus of a wasted life.

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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  • Was that guy hung over from alcohol or drugs? I know many people who do both, but there only a rare number do it so regularly that they become shells of human beings. I’m not advocating drug-use, but moderation is always the key word.

  • This was a satire piece, so the guy is fictional. What it was really about was the ridiculous amount of anti-drug rhetoric teens are required to absorb.

  • tink

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  • ‘this web page is a lod of rubbish it makes sence …’


  • sareeruddin

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