In the latest antidrug.com ad, we see a teenage girl passed out on a couch in a shabby party-house. Film goes into reverse, we see her barfing into a toilet, spilling her beer, partying with a bunch of other kids, smoking a joint, meeting her friends at school, leaving the house – then forward again: before she gets out the door her mom stops her, holds up a plastic bag of pot and says, “We need to talk!” Caption “Action: The anti-drug!”
So fucking what? I’ve been where that girl is, hope I will be again, and I’ve got no regrets. It’s not something one should do every day or even every month, but it adds richness and character to life’s tapestry. I have no kids, maybe if I did it would change my thinking. But still. Of all the things a responsible parent should be worrying about . . . Sorry, but I don’t think an American teenage life spent without partying and getting stoned and drunk and barfing and passing out in your own barf is a teenage life fully lived. Get down widdit!
If I were that girl’s parent, I would be saying, “We need to talk! What did you pay for this shit?! Sixty bucks?! For a lousy quarter ounce?! You dumbass! I raised you better than that! This isn’t even regs, it’s skunk weed! I could hook you up with some primo sinsemilla for fifty a half!”