One in every seven teens has tried it. If not tried it then at least seen it or smelt it. Some people do it for fun, others use it for medicine. Although it is illegal, it's widely used and known. You know what I'm talking about. Pothead, stoner, dead head, loser, hero. Those are only a few names people would call you out of the list of thousands and thousands. Yes, I am talking about marijuana. I hate how this culture in life is often frowned upon. Paying millions to keep it off the streets and away from your home, has it worked? Nope, the government spends close to the billions trying to keep drugs off the street. But I'm not here to talk about big things such as that, I am talking about the person next to you. Your next door neighbor, or even one of you teachers. You think you might know what they do, not all of them are bums. Many famous sports stars, musicians, and high class business men smoke pot. I mean have you ever heard of some one dying because they smoked too much pot? Either have I. Let me take you into the world of a friend of mine. In this he will go by the name of "Q", his other friend will go by the name of "B". Both Q and B grew up with I, we have all smoked pot at one time as they continue to do. I called Q one day and asked him if he'd like to do an interview with me about pot smoking and people. He agreed. This is the life of a stoner.
             I pull up to the house, white two story and looks just like any other house in this upper class suburban neighbor hood. I view it differently though, this is a drug house. I get out of my car, open the door and walk to the basement. I grab the door handle and am suddenly hit by an overpowering odor. That all too familiar smell. I walk down the stairs into a hazy, dimly lit basement. I sit on the leather sofa and look around the room, everything you would expect in the basement. Big screen TV, bar, work out equipment, and a pool table full ...