Chronic Surgery

By Jacob Kirton
Staff Writer

Guard your heart for you may never know what’s after it

Society today is a perverse one. So much rebellion is a bound in a once controlled and structured world. Many people would even attest to today as being the fabled, and familiar end of times. Today, we as people strive to succeed our latter day ancestors and become greater than what we were destined to be, our minds are often the strongest weapons we have.

In the year 2010, the world is on the brink of bringing sorcery back into the daily routine of life. As we turn on the radio, watch movies or even go to a neighboring country, we hear the glorification of drugs. These mind altering substances place the body on a plane that allows for outer body experiences and death alike.

Music is a big part of our culture, and has always played a role in shaping human beings. You can turn on the radio, and listen to Lil Wayne rap about sipping syrup, and popping pills without restraint. This behavior once looked upon as strange has become a norm among the youth . People don’t understand that music is a gateway to the soul. What we choose to fill our minds with will dictate our actions. I challenge anyone to prove me wrong.Imagine what the world would be like if every morning before people left their driveways they lit up a joint.

One of the most widely used drugs is alcohol, hell it’s even legal. Drinking has become one of Americas past times. President Obama had a couple beers at the white house to settle a racial profiling dispute between a cop and Harvard professor. The image of alcohol in particular is shown as a moment cheers and great times. This may sound great with people being real with one another but the drawback is acting out on guilty pleasures.

Always drunk and never sober I hungered to get a bit of action when the mood was dull. The people I choose to hangout with always seemed to be into something with someone. One night I was out drinking with a friend in New York. We were at this small get together and ended up beating this instigator up. It was night time and we didn’t have anywhere to go so we were sat on the sidewalk. My friend was drunk and falling asleep as I paced back and forth. Out of nowhere these 5 cars roll up packed out with a bunch of guys with bats and pieces of wood. They hop out, push me aside, and grab my friend. I lost my temper and started swinging at any and everything. The leaders told everyone to stop so he could speak to me. We negotiated a little while longer, and they left but that night just led to a string of other dangerous events because of my drunken stupor.

As for pot, people feel that smoking a little is not as dangerous as sniffing a line of cocaine or taking a pull of crack. What people fail to realize is that whether its plants or powder the effect is the same: total loss of self and dignity.. Early sophomore year in high school was when my years of experimentation started. I became rebellious and lawless never caring what my actions may produce as long as I was able to laugh in the end. My kindhearted nature would increase being friendly although deep down I was a walking time bomb. If the wrong person rubbed me wrong I was ready to snap regardless who they might be because of these influences.

These feelings of euphoria that many associate with being “High” are defining what really makes you person. I can think back to a song that had that line “I want to be sedated” For a country bent on creating a sense of freedom for all, drugs have definitely enslaved us.

When I smoked Pot I liked being an intellect. There was once a time when I was smoking with a friend and we were discussing the cure to aids. He said I couldn’t figure it out and I told him give me a day. As I started walking down the block to my house my mind was spinning in all these directions for possible solutions with the cure. I came up with quite a few ranging from UV light exposure to bio-engineering new eosinophils. I never tested any of these theories but many of them felt like they could actually work. Although my mind traveled to these various distances to enlighten and inspire, it was the paranoia of reality that never sat well with me.

When one partakes of the ritual of “Smoking Weed”, they are handing the keys of their life over to an unknown entity. People take on otherworldly characteristics when under the influence. Some people become pranksters like Loki the Norse God from certain mythologies. Others tend to have a nasty approach in life and become lovers of self. It always seemed no matter how bad or good the situation may be life was a joke smoking weed. I could not have a serious conversation with my girlfriend or look my parents in the eye because I was too highto think at the time. It always felt that when I was high I had all these ideas but no motivation to enact them but yet when I wasn’t high I was motivated but had no ideas to enact. Smoking weed life is always question of what’s next rather than here we go. Maybe that’s why people move on to harder things after experimenting and losing luster.

As thoughts become loose and reality a fleeting mist of jumbled thoughts and false emotions, the brain becomes unaware of what is happening around it. If only I could go back in time, and warn everyone to eradicate those thoughts that are so hard to control. Do Not Do Drugs!