Have you ever done drugs, felt the rush speeding down a highway while your mate scoops heaps of silvery white powder into a straw, snorting, the feeling of it crashing straight into your mind, burning as you bend between the traffic, laughter as you scream your pleasure at the stagnant world…
A parent’s greatest fear… That their screwed up, overfed / middle class / piece of shit child might end up doing it. How would you deal with the bratling that fell from your loins doing this? How exactly would you make sure that you save your little fucktard?
Recently I got stuck in a situation where I needed to listen to this bitch going on and on about how she will teach her children – that being only possible by the chance that a retard over-indulges with a fuckload of tequila / mescaline and accidentally impregnates her – by forcing them to watch popular “anti-establishment” drug related movies such as Requiem for a dream, Trainspotting, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
The basis of her fucktardation being that their fear of becoming this poison will ultimately save them from the temptations of narcotic bliss. That by showing them the worst they would never get tempted into the possibility of exploring it whatsoever…
These movies will introduce your children to the worst, but guess what, that is not who they will ultimately meet…
The person your child will meet – be it your daughter’s friend’s ‘dreamy’ older crack-loving brother, or your son’s dodge buddy that seems wise and worldly to him – will not resemble that ‘ass to ass’ crackjob that you introduced them to in the movies. The person they meet will mesmerise them, teach them things they could never imagine. Recreational drug users do not look like scum, they’re not dirty, and they do not look like bacteria-infested-public-bathroom-licking-shit-stains.
They look like you!
And THEY will not lie to your children!
A ‘drug’ is a very diverse and interesting kind of creature, even the worst has seen so much and lived through immeasurable amounts of weirdness. A ‘drug’ has done things that you would never understand. This is what makes them truly dangerous. Their level of understanding of your disenfranchised stripling, forges nearly immediate bonds of trust – at least from your little rat-dropping’s point of view.
One conversation will completely destroy your child’s perceptions and reveal your distortions of the truth. It will utterly decimate the world that you constructed for your seedling. They will see everything you’ve ever told them as a gross embellishment of reality, trust trampled by what your little attention-starved-mutant sees as understanding from his new friend, the ‘drug’.
So…What is the true gateway?
YOUR LIES will be why your children lose themselves to pieces of excrement, tempting them into being their next drug runners. By convincing your children that all drug users are monsters you’re making them believe in complete tripe, ultimately forcing them irrevocably closer to the problem, since the only kinship they feel is towards the ‘drug’. To a lonely child – like every little please fuck / love-me dependant teen – kinship is all they aspire to. Friendship easily abused by the crack-whores hunting for their next fix-cash-cow. By lying to your children you leave them open to the enchantment of cheap corner drugs!
Drugs do not ruin people.
Your lies, they shine through parents!
Your imaginative failure to connect leaves your children fapping in the wind of reality. By avoiding the truth of substances and introducing your clinically-retarded-spawn to the worst, you do them a disservice, leaving them as prey, fending for themselves…