Years ago, I guess it was in the early "90's, I boasted that I could go for my usual 8 mile run around town and always find coke on the ground.
In the Spring, when the snow melted, I would always see tiny zip-locks laying around, but at the time I didn't pick them up too frequently. I did
pick up a few quarter and half-gram bags here and there. Around this time I went to rehab about two hours away. Before I left I had to go by the
hospital for paperwork or something. A dealer's house was next to the hospital. I saw a girl hurry into a car and drive off. I looked on the ground where
the car was, and there was about a gram and a half of coke. As soon as I picked it up the car came squealing up and the girl angrily got out and looked
on the ground. I should have given her her coke. Oh well. The night before I left for rehab I got really hammered. I ate a quarter ounce of pretty good
bud. When my THC levels came back the staff thought I was a real pot-head. Anyway, when I was in the rehab I met some real hard-core drug-fiends.
Also, and I guess this has more to do with this thread, I met a guy whose ten year old daughter found a camera bag with $50,000 worth of crack inside.
He had just been a guy who drank beer and smoked a little pot up until the time she found the crack. It was sad. The stuff pretty much wrecked his life.
What really sucked in my life was after I had sworn off drugs for some time, my Dad found a joint that must have been laying around for many months and
he decided to come down really hard on me. Oh well, that was a long time ago.