1.3.04
My friend is rapidly becoming a drug dealer. At first it did not worry us. He was selling his surplus weed to his mates and with no previous convictions, so what? He'd get a rapped by the police and sent back out into the marijuana-loving world.
We were mildly concerned when he teamed up with some other guys to perform the same service in a more organised fashion. The other guys were dealing things from magic mushrooms on up.
"If they get caught," we told him. "You'll be an accessory."
He didn't listen. After all, he wasn't the one with the Class A substances in his pockets.
We want to punch him in the mouth until he wakes up now that he's talking about expanding his enterprise.
"Just to mushies," he says.
"Mushies are serious," we tell him. "Mushrooms send you to jail."
"Don't worry about me. I won't get caught."
We told him if he did get caught, his family would probably be investigated. The police would find out about the tax evasion. They would lose their business.
There was a time when this would have snapped him awake. He works for his family. He cancels on us at weekends because he feels he needs to spend time with his mentally handicapped brother. He cancels on us when his parents demand he spends the weekend at home with them. Family is (was) everything to the guy.
But now he is rapidly becoming psychologically addicted to cannabis. It's not the addiction itself that has caused the change in him, it's the reasons behind the addiction.
His parents are divorcing. His mother is moving back to Hong Kong. His autistic brother will be left in the care of his ex-Triad father. Still, they demand his time on weekends. As near as we can tell, they pretend nothing is going on.
I think he feels betrayed. But he doesn't tell us these things. He dopes himself up to the eyeballs and ignores us when we tell him we could get him arrested for drug dealing if we put a camera up in our living room. "Don't worry," he says. "I won't get caught."
We think it will burn itself out eventually. If not, I guess we'll visit him in jail.
We were mildly concerned when he teamed up with some other guys to perform the same service in a more organised fashion. The other guys were dealing things from magic mushrooms on up.
"If they get caught," we told him. "You'll be an accessory."
He didn't listen. After all, he wasn't the one with the Class A substances in his pockets.
We want to punch him in the mouth until he wakes up now that he's talking about expanding his enterprise.
"Just to mushies," he says.
"Mushies are serious," we tell him. "Mushrooms send you to jail."
"Don't worry about me. I won't get caught."
We told him if he did get caught, his family would probably be investigated. The police would find out about the tax evasion. They would lose their business.
There was a time when this would have snapped him awake. He works for his family. He cancels on us at weekends because he feels he needs to spend time with his mentally handicapped brother. He cancels on us when his parents demand he spends the weekend at home with them. Family is (was) everything to the guy.
But now he is rapidly becoming psychologically addicted to cannabis. It's not the addiction itself that has caused the change in him, it's the reasons behind the addiction.
His parents are divorcing. His mother is moving back to Hong Kong. His autistic brother will be left in the care of his ex-Triad father. Still, they demand his time on weekends. As near as we can tell, they pretend nothing is going on.
I think he feels betrayed. But he doesn't tell us these things. He dopes himself up to the eyeballs and ignores us when we tell him we could get him arrested for drug dealing if we put a camera up in our living room. "Don't worry," he says. "I won't get caught."
We think it will burn itself out eventually. If not, I guess we'll visit him in jail.
