It's a funny thing that life is so much of a participator's sport that we have five living senses through which we can interpret sunshine and butterflies and tax refunds. And yet, despite all of the wonderful things we can experience, we still need to up the ante. We still need to tread into dangerous territory and experience more. It's because life is basically like water, and any drug is like vodka or Coke Zero, or Papaya juice. Water is bland, and life is bland. Reality is rough.

And with the world the way it is today, drugs often make sense of the nonsensical. It brings thunderous fun to the party. It makes you crank up the hip-hop, punch out friends, and puke off balconies. It raises our temperature, forces us to sleep in doorways in tuxedos, makes us interesting as hell. And it makes other people interesting, too.

What is the wall of ignorance that we are up against where safe drugs are not legal to obtain and use? Our city lost 1800 souls to tainted drugs last year; couples died in the front seat of their cars while toddlers played zoom-zoom with their toy cars in the back. If we find a body behind a dumpster, no one wants to touch it to see if there's a pulse because the situation itself is gross. Alive or dead, there is no "better" way out of the situation. Sure, call the ambulance. Let's get some paramedics who should be saving more important calls rather than overdoses–as the calls for assistance stack up. But this addict who lies dying in an alley will be dutifully cared for, taken to the hospital, they will restore his electrolytes, and he'll be found passed out behind the same dumpster the next day. The one thing about the human spirit of the addict is their tenacity to live.

But Fentanyl is a different story. It isn't the same as heroin, cocaine, or crystal meth. It takes two grains of Fentynol the size of salt to kill a man. How can you tell if a pill has one or 1000 grains of Fentanyl in it? It's not like the cultivator is explicitly concerned about the quality. Craftsmanship has long gone out the window.

It's all about the money. So, let's stop the money. Stop the drugs from being illegal and stop the money. Make a supply of safe drugs available to everyone. Let the money be used like it is for alcohol. Why not? What does the earth stand to gain by keeping these drugs illegal? Do we get a gold star on our International Standards poster? Do we fear what would happen if drugs were legalized like in Portugal? All we have to do, and this is the most important step, is educate the hell out of the younger generation about the dangers of drugs. If they give a bother about gender recognition, they'll certainly care about things that'll wreck their lives.

Look how many young people smoke since they erased what smoking once meant to people like me. I don't even know what I'm buying, and I buy cigarettes every day. But they are tucked far away from the cashier, locked into metal boxes to prevent theft, and lastly, every brand is the same shit-brown packaging with 1/3rd of the cover showing the horrible repercussions of smoking, like blindness or erectile dysfunction. They used to joke that masturbating would lead to blindness. Now all along, it was smoking! EDUCATE THEM, AND MOST WON'T GO NEAR DRUGS.

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