I was against drugs as a kid; my mom was a really bad crack addict/crack head. When I was 19 and a freshman in college, my room-mate, as well as my best friend, kept trying to get me to smoke weed. I grew up with just my dad and thought drugs were the devil because I was afraid that if I tried weed, a "gateway drug," that I too might become a drug addict. I was very straight and narrow-minded at the time, as well as poorly informed about drugs in general so I avoided weed and such, but I quickly realized that a lot of the other students liked to unwind with weed so one night I thought, "what the hell," and smoked a blunt with my roomie and another friend of ours. I only took two hits and I was high as a kite. It was then that I realized that drugs were not the devil, in fact and I would smoke occasionally with my friends and room-mate. My mom, who was no longer a crack head sold weed, and would give me free dime-bags every so often.
After that, I tried coke with my best friend a few times when we went out to the bar. I pretty much stuck to weed, though.
A few years later, when I was 22, my boyfriend started doing percs and oxys occasionally, and I was quite wary at first, but eventually I tried it and I realized how awesome it felt. We had been blowing pills together for some time and eventually an opportunity presented itself and we tried heroin for the first time. I found the drug I liked best.
Now, my boyfriend and I blow heroin a few times a week, together. We occasionally drive our dealer to pick up from his supplier so we get a good deal, and a free bag here and there.We keep ourselves in check, definitely, and I don't think drugs are that evil anymore, so long as you keep yourself together and such. My understanding of drugs has definitely changed, and I have no regrets whatsoever about drugs, so long as you don't let it take over your life.