when life gives you lemons,  is one of the favorite epithates that serves to remind people all is not lost just different. People ponder different sceaniros with different people, why is it so easy to unwind at a bar or smoke a Jay with certain people. Like one of my childhood friends, I could still see our innocent faces walking through train tracks that ran across most of our town. Walking together with neither of our parents being aware of what we were doing, were we doing anything really wrong?

The answere is no, we were kids growing up in the 70's, would that mean the same thing for two kids walking down the same street today? Yes, it would somehow imply to the far right, that the kids were obviously being raised by parents who were not to smart, or to another kind of middle of the road parent, that somehow you missed the cues, that your kid was headed down the wrong path. And yet incredibly you come across parents that still smoke weed today, wierd.

I gave up pot and other under the counter and illegal activity long long ago, I ended up rationalizing that pot costs money. I love money, and can scrimp and save scrupulously. I can clip coupons and finagle money through other little deeds, send in rebates when they come in, (notice how they have become practically obselete). Companys also become shrewed and know how to knuckle down on their own expenses as well when push comes to shove.

Alcohol is also quite expensive, if you go out to a nice tiki bar, be prepared to cough up 9.00 bucks a drink, maybe 10.00. Okay, so once as a while as adults, but as camoflauged teens looking like adults, well a beer is 5.00 bucks, so that dosen't hurt. When does it hurt? when the kids start to roll around, or for some smart people who attend college books and other smart stuff start to cost money. Your dollar goes so far, and that is that, there is no dollar helper out there. You can pick up a dog walking job, true but it has to flow with your sechdule ( you don't want the dog picking up on your zen) that your only in it for the money.

There are many ways that peopel also get sick and tired of feeling like crap, waking up and stinking from last nights gin, last nights tonic, last nights disgusting drink what ever the hell it was. The smoking dosen't help either, the sense of fatigue, lost time, and helpless friends that drift litterally through the bar scene like helpless bar flys end up in fights and disagree with many of lifes easy sceaniros like staying dry, rigged up and ready to fight much of lifes jams with out the need for a drink.

Many people have a problem staying dry, or keeping away from alcohol, sometimes it is viewed as toxin but of the type that enables people to speak boldly with out refrain from other triggers such as fear of what others will think. But that is not realistic, peoples feelings change as they percieve change, fear change, and are just plain not realistic about change. Someone else wrote it as well, change is the only constant, things are hard enough, with out the added fustration of having to have a drink, or with out having to worry about other obvious factors such as what happened the night before? What happened, and why did it happen? and could I take it back? As life revolves, you are still stationary the earth is going but my question was "am I still going"?

When not getting the answers back that I thought were correct I knew it was time to cut out the party scene. I'd know one thing and that was whether I was happy or not, it was me that was feeling it. It wasn't part of the booze, or the joint it was from my own sense of things, paying bills, buying what was necessary and feeling in control was in my best interest.