I agree that adolescents shouldn’t smoke marijuana until they are of legal age, but at the same time they shouldn’t be raised to suppose about it as bad
My lady Bess always told me it was dangerous to go up on the roof to smoke! I always ignored her, and now I’m in the hospital and she is hitting me with an epic “I told you so.” I can’t smoke in the house, because of the adolescents, which is why I love to climb up on the roof at night. I kneel back, look at the stars, and enjoy a joint without being interrupted, periodically I will smoke two joints and stay up there for an hour, enjoying the peace and quiet, that’s what happened last weekend, and I suppose I smoked too much cannabis because I got a little dizzy and took a spill over the side. I only fell fifteen feet, and landed on soft ground, so it could have been a lot worse. I have no one to blame but myself, but even after this Bess won’t let me smoke cannabis on the porch, but she doesn’t want to risk one of the adolescents waking up and seeing me puffing a fat bowl of Purple Haze or Blue Dream, because it would set a bad example. I agree that adolescents shouldn’t smoke marijuana until they are of legal age, but at the same time they shouldn’t be raised to suppose about it as bad. The whole reason cannabis has been demonized is because people are told it’s dangerous, then cannabis isn’t dangerous! If anything, the adolescents seeing their Dad smoking cannabis would make them less likely to try it in the future, because they suppose everything I do it lame.