Sticking my toe back in the water for clarification's sake. :
I live in probably the harshest state for marijuana convictions in the US.
The good ole boys down here do not play.
Got busted/profiled/demonized several times as a teenager.
Found out first hand you are the sum total of the company you keep.
Got married at 21, we had a kid; told my wife I had decided I wouldn't do it anymore until it was legalized.
Didn't want to jeopardize anything good going on in my life.
Getting high was not worth losing everything.
Fast forward 33 years later:
Medical marijuana just passed in Oklahoma.
I was one of the first to beat feet down to the clinic.
Grandpa has arthritis in his back it seems.
During that interim I held down several good paying jobs which required pee testing.
I now own my own business free and clear and work from home; semi-retired.
I have a beautiful house on the lake with lots of acreage - all completely paid for.
I have a net worth of about 1.5 million bucks.
My kids are clean, decent, happy people with no problems.
They married clean, decent, happy people and they have good jobs they love.
My grand kids are a joy to behold.
All done on the straight and narrow.
Did I miss getting high?
Yes, a lot sometimes.
Life is hard.
Was it worth the sacrifice?
I think so.
Was my family's outcome due to the decisions I made as a young man?
I think YES.
To each his own I reckon,
But sometimes I look at the County Sheriff's blotter page with all the otherwise okay kids rotting in their jail;
ham-strung the rest of their lives with felony possession convictions.
We are a product of the decisions we make.
I might have ended up being divorced, alone, in a dead-end job, scraping just to get by and pay the land lord.
I don't know if that's the case of course.
But that's exactly what happened to my best friend in high school.
Okay- now you can call me a dumb-ass.