And This, Children, Is Why We Don't Do Drugs...

My brother Jake is interning at a video production company here in our town. Yesterday, he went somewhere with the guy who owns the place and another guy went with them (I forgot where they went or what they were doing).

They were at a public place, taking video shots for something when a man comes up to them. This guy was obviously on drugs, his eyes were red and he was just acting like a weird-o, but he seemed genially interested in what the guys were going. He kept asking questions like, "What are you doing?" "What's this about?" "Is this a big production?" The other guy that was with my brother and his boss (I guess what you would call him) was African-American, and the high-guy then started asking, "Are you a boxer?" and rambling on about boxers he knew about. And for piece de resistance, he started talking about another "medication" he used before pot, then switched to pot. He expressed how his psychiatrist saw a difference in him and to keep taking pot.

And this, children, is why we don't do drugs.