This topic of conversation has a strange familiarity to it. Unless my memory fails me i'm thinking I discussed the harmlessness of drugs with my mother. Of course my 14 year-old perspective was overwhelmingly pro-drug. Then just after a dash of life s experience my thoughts began to mature. It might be in my best interest to archive our conversation DirtRoad so in 12 years I can show my son that his dear ol' dad's already dealt with a rockhead on the matter way back in Two-Thousand-Twelve.
Son, I don't want to argue with ya, haven't I told you I love ya enough? How 'bout we go on downtown for some ice-cream?
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