Today I had to drive to the fair city of Bakersfield. While filling up the truck at $4.47 a gallon (very high for an oil producing county-even with the refinery five hours away) for regular gas I noticed trash on top of the fuel pump. Not your ordinary trash but peanut shells. They were broken in half and stacked somewhat orderly right in front of the advertisement in the middle of the pump. Something about the shells caught my eye. I guess it was the bright blue color that was mixed in with the shells. Standing on my toes to see over the stack I saw a somewhat large pile of pills. Some were hard but most were soft in capsules. I looked around and nobody was hanging out at the station or waiting for my pump. I walked over to the water and pulled out the windshield washer/squeegy. After washing my windshield I put the squeegy away and got a bunch of paper towels. Some I dunked in the water. After wiping my windshield dry I walked over to the pump and gathered all the trash, peanuts and pills, put them into the wet papertowel, gave it a good squeeze, dunked it in the water for good measure then threw it away. I'm sure when the person arrived at the pump to pick up their pills I expect they were quite dissapointed that their purchase wasn't there. I hope it causes some trouble between the buyer and seller.
I really wouldn't care if people used drugs except for the toll it takes on those who don't. Whether it's children of drug users who get neglected because the drug is more important, or those who get burglarized by someone needing money to support their habit, the cost to the rest of society is where I see the problem. When we as parents were told to talk to our kids about drugs, my talk was short and sweet. Use drugs - die. Simple as that. I really don't know of hard core drug users that live past their thirties or forties. Not that I know any hard core drug users...
I know that two of my kids have used some form of illegal drugs. Oldest daughter and son-in-law quit when they moved in with me after living in the pot capital of the country for most of their adult life. I told them that I'd call the sheriff if I found a trace of anything on my property. They knew I would too. Since they wanted to start a new life, which they've done beautifully, they stopped cold turkey. I was very proud of their decision. Son, well I can't say that he doesn't use drugs. He doesn't have the money to buy any but there's always food stamps to trade.
One I know has never used anything and one I just don't know. I was asked by Army daughter, the one who hasn't used anything, why I never smoked or experimented with drugs. My answer was simple and not what she expected. I didn't want to spend my money on it. It's not that I thought smoking cigarettes was horrible, smelly, or bad for my lungs. No, I didn't want to spend my hard earned money on them and I didn't want to mooch off others so I never smoked. Same went with drug use. I'm sure it would have been fun or at least an interesting experience. I didn't stay away from drugs because it was illegal. I stayed away because it cost money. I guess I was always sensible in that respect.
Whoever's stash of pills I destroyed today is probably having a really bad night. Good. I know for the first couple months after TSHTF drug users are going to probably be the most dangerous of all people roaming around. Someone who is hooked is quite irrational when they are coming off of a cigarette addiction or worse, a drug addiction. Even those of us who drink coffee need to think about it. Caffeine is a drug. You will have horrible headaches and not be able to think clearly if you are addicted to caffeine. I'm not saying you shouldn't enjoy your coffee now during the good times but realize that you better have enough stored in your supply of provisions to be able to wean yourself off when there's none left to be had.