Drugs

I take it for granted that for the past three years I've lived in a place where drugs are accessible and their use isn't exactly out of the ordinary. Drug use is generally recreational rather than addictive, and both house management and members are pretty vigilant about making sure that it is safe and controlled.

At my weekly meeting of Toastmasters (an international organization for practicing public speaking), a friend of mine gave a speech on how he experienced firsthand his roommate's drug abuse, which forced his roommate to drop out of school. For him it reaffirmed his inclination to not do drugs and those slogans about not doing them.

While I was in a convenience store with some people from the Berkeley Undergraduate Sociology Association, I remarked that "I like Coke," as someone was buying one. Someone jokingly interpreted that as cocaine, which actually resulted in a conversation where I disclosed that I had done such drugs as cocaine, MDMA and acid before. The club president (who is gay and I think likes me) was noticeably surprised.

Strangely enough, I walked out into the common space of my 150 student house today, and saw about six or seven of my housemates filling out statements for something. I asked around, and apparently one of the house dealers, who I have bought marijuana and MDMA from, OD'ed. A floormate went into his room just to say hi and found him. I'm not sure how he's doing so far, but I hope he's okay. He's a good guy.