Snort a line if you like, but I won't

I caught up with some friends at a pub after work last night night. I met some strange new people, and it was building up to become a really great night ... right up until they decided to call in and get a gram of Charlie delivered. It was right about then that both myself and Black Frank decided it was time to head home. It's just not my scene I guess.

What's worse is that one particular friend admits to having had a small coke 'problem' a couple of months ago, which he left his previous job over, and in spite of that decided to join the others. I don't know. I'm definitely not pro drugs... not even weed (I know you're all going to argue with me now)... and for me this was just another reinforcement of that belief. Why, when someone knows that they've had a problem, is it that difficult to just say 'no'. I really don't get that. I had my arm twisted a fair deal sitting at that table last night, and maybe it's ignorance that makes it easy, but I really don't struggle to just refuse the offer(s) and head on home.

Yes, I know you all think I'm a hypocrite because I'm partial to a few pints. Whatever. I've heard all the arguments, and the fact is that in my personal experience I've seen drugs, including weed, wreck the ambitions of some people quite close to me. I've yet to see alcohol do it... although I won't dispute that it does. Hence the reason I will always choose to stare fondly into my pint, while others snort baby powder, chew tablets, and smoke herbs.

But anyway.

The scary thing was getting home to one of my flatmates asking me when I started locking my door at night! It was a while ago... but from now on there's going to be a deadbolt on it too!

Ha. I jest. Laters.