My kids are only a few years away from the time someone first offers them a joint. I remember my first time. I was fifteen years old, still hadn't reach puberty . . . we were at the Golden Earing/Foghat concert being held at the local ice skating ring temporarily turned into concert stadium. Someone I didn't know nudged me and held out a pipe . . . I froze like a deer in the headlights . . . and then rows and rows of people much older and influential than I began chanting "Do It Do It Do It Do IT" And I crumbled under the pressure. I felt guilt and shame and weakness and a little like I had betrayed my parents. Anyway, 31 years later I still occasionally see people that I knew from that time period. People that smoked the weed . . . and never stopped. Walking labratories. They look pretty uneffected, They are able to hide their smokey little habit quite effectively. But, without exception. Everyone of them has no short term Memory! Absolutely none. And If the do happen to remember something, it is a freak occurance.      Time and gravity are going to combine to do a NUMBER on us all. I have seen the effects of alsheimers, And grandpa never touched a Joint. I can only Imagine the nightmare that awaits my peers as they reach the late forties and soon to be fifties as someone is feeding them with a wooden spoon and reminding them to wipe their own rear ends. Needless to say, I am going to make sure that my kids know what to do when the time comes. . . When rows and waves of peer presure sweep over them "Do It Do It". Will be countered with the mantra I put in thier brains "don't do it, don't do it, don't do it" I won't let my babies grow up to be vegetables. And I am all for the rest of you doing what ever you want.