I'm pretty sure drugs found me. I started smoking weed in 1969 at the age of 17. Somehow I knew after the first few times that things would never be quite the same again. I didn't start because my home life sucked, or because of some childhood trauma. I got high BECAUSE I LIKE IT! I honestly believe that becoming a drug user is predestined. Yep, only two categories in this particular game; user or not an user. And if you fall into the former categorie, you can fight it all you want but sooner or later the drugs are gonna win. Better living through chemistry I always say!
I'm 69 now and slowing down is not an option. I guess I'm a functioning addict. I've always had a job, got married, raised two kids. And I had a blast doing it!