“Habit is a web. We weave a thread of it everyday and at last we cannot break it.”
Let’s make no bones about it, the feeling you get off these drugs is nice, really nice. That’s the danger, the bait in the trap. By the time it has stopped being nice, you’re physically hooked and on a very rapid downward spiral to insanity and death. Your work suffers and you are finally sacked. Your relationship with friends finally becomes one long battle. It becomes so expensive, you have to steal, hustle or prostitute your body to make money. Eventually you end up here, in prison. It cures your physical addiction but your mind is already poisoned.
You are just waiting for that magic first injection and then back to the treadmill till you’re no better then an animal and then finally, like a sick, lonely frightened animal; you will crawl into a squalid corner and die with a syringe and needle hanging out of your arm.
That’s the real story of the drugs- No glamour, nothing to feel big about. It’s just the big weapon the devil uses. He hasn’t even got to work hard; we poor self deluding fools do all the work for them.
If young learn to live with their personal problems with the help of responsible, caring adults and succeed in establishing genuine relationships at home and in the society, they will then realize that life can be fun, even without drugs.