The Effect of Drugs and Violence

People smoke weed, or crack to ignore problems and laugh hysterically, coffee is my drug, it's my quick pick-me-up...I say it so proudly, because it won't harm me, hallucinate me or make me feel afraid; I will be alive tomorrow, not crash into into a lamppost as Freddy did. I lived through the Hippie Era: bell-bottoms...long, frizzy hair and funny clothes the kind that clowns wear, no offense to those who thought they were cool; it's my opinion, not of that guy who didn't see himself as a fool! I had no time to protest, or vindicate the Vietnam War as Omar; off I went to work each morning as hippies hung out by a bar shouting at me, " Kid, stay alive...don't ever go to war! " They ran and screamed, knocking down police barricades...horror!