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Quote:Pot consumption is actually lower in Holland than it is in the US.
you should aslo take into account that the US can probably fit over 50 hollands in it
no way, fgdgalkgjweoj, that was per capita pot smoking...

besides, we all know how easy it is to get accurate statistics on illegal activities.:crackhead:
Actually, I think of pot as a cross between alcohol and tobacco. It's as non-addictive (actually less I think) than alcohol, but it puts all kinds of nasty shit in your lungs like tobacco. I don't have a problem with it being legalized the same way alcohol and cigarettes are.

As for personal experience, I had a group of friends I hung out with in high school. When I met them, a couple smoked cigs, but that was it. Slowly, they started on pot, then mesculine (because of the stories about peyote being all natural), then acid. I did none of it and have never regretted that decision. Out of the eight friends, two went from honors students in good private schools to being forced out to one of the worst public schools in the area. One dropped out, the other graduated, but didn't go on to college. Two others nearly failed out, but managed to just get by on C averages. All four were intelligent and could have done much better. Don't really know what happened to the other four or what happened to them after high school since I haven't talked to any of them since senior year of highschool.

You see, when we started hanging out, we would do stuff and have a good time. Playing softball, handball, basketball, stuff like that. Or just sit around talking. By the summer of my junior year of high school, they didn't want to do ANYTHING but get high. No more sports, no more going to the mall to look for girls, and conversation was pretty much limited to getting high, where to get high, the last time they got high...well, you get thre picture. Total change of personality. They were no longer the friends I knew. Just lumps on a park bench.
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