It was the look of somebody who knew he was in control, the look of a wolf who has managed to find a sheep to escort home. I shudder to think what could happen if they somehow made it home alive. I've read it in the paper, and my friends have told me their stories, but no matter how it is heard, the end result is that in some crime book somewhere, another rape is chalked up to drug use. I've heard the screams outside my window at three in the morning, and I have seen the fights with my own eyes. I wonder why being a drug user is so accepted in our society.
Laws can never fix the problem.
The problem is within our media, the way our movies and television shows depict drug use. The problem is with our lawmakers, from our president to our city council member, people who make an all-out assault on one drug while ignoring another that is somehow more acceptable. The problem is within ourselves, the way that we turn a blind eye to the cost of drug use. Even though I was disgusted by the drug dealers I saw that night, I can't put all of the blame on them. They are as brainwashed as the rest of society, conned into believing that they are not doing anything too wrong.