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    I Have A Drug Problem...any One Else?

    I HAD A DRUG PROBLEM WHEN I WAS YOUNG:

    I WAS DRUG TO CHURCH ON SUNDAY MORNING:
    I WAS DRUG TO WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS:
    I WAS DRUG TO FAMILY REUNIONS:
    I WAS DRUG TO GRANDPA'S RANCH TO WORK DURING SUMMERS:
    I WAS DRUG OUT THE DOOR TO SCHOOL EVERY WEEK DAY:
    I WAS DRUG BY THE EAR WHEN I WAS DISRESPECTFUL TO ADULTS
    AND TEACHERS:
    I WAS DRUG TO THE WOODSHED WHEN I DISOBEYED MY PARENTS:

    THOSE DRUGS ARE STILL IN MY VEINS; AND THEY AFFECT MY
    BEHAVIOR IN
    EVERY THING I DO, SAY, AND THINK
    THEY ARE STRONGER THAN COCAINE, CRACK,OR HEROIN, AND IF
    TODAY'S CHILDREN
    HAD THIS KIND OF DRUG PROBLEM, AMERICA WILL BE A BETTER
    PLACE...

    ANY BODY ELSE HAVE A DRUG PROBLEM?

    I don't need Anger Management, people just need to stop pizzing me off....



    MARK A. BAYS
    USMC CPL
    1981-1985

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    I will agree with that drug problem..


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    Re: I Have A Drug Problem...any One Else?

    Originally posted by BOOGIEMAN44
    I HAD A DRUG PROBLEM WHEN I WAS YOUNG:

    I WAS DRUG TO CHURCH ON SUNDAY MORNING:
    I WAS DRUG TO WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS:
    I WAS DRUG TO FAMILY REUNIONS:
    I WAS DRUG TO GRANDPA'S RANCH TO WORK DURING SUMMERS:
    I WAS DRUG OUT THE DOOR TO SCHOOL EVERY WEEK DAY:
    I WAS DRUG BY THE EAR WHEN I WAS DISRESPECTFUL TO ADULTS
    AND TEACHERS:
    I WAS DRUG TO THE WOODSHED WHEN I DISOBEYED MY PARENTS:

    THOSE DRUGS ARE STILL IN MY VEINS; AND THEY AFFECT MY
    BEHAVIOR IN
    EVERY THING I DO, SAY, AND THINK
    THEY ARE STRONGER THAN COCAINE, CRACK,OR HEROIN, AND IF
    TODAY'S CHILDREN
    HAD THIS KIND OF DRUG PROBLEM, AMERICA WILL BE A BETTER
    PLACE...

    ANY BODY ELSE HAVE A DRUG PROBLEM?
    Yeah! I was in NJ on leave, and it was close to Christmas, it was 1964. My Mom picked me up at the Newark Airport; she was in NJ visiting relatives.

    On the way to my aunt's home, my Mom decided that she would like to go shopping for a couple of things, and off we went, whether I wanted to or not, I was being drug to the downtown Newark area while still in my winter greens.

    After a time of going from store to store, and my being loaded down with packages piled high in my arms (They packaged them in boxes in those days with string wrapped around them), she informed me that she was going into just one more store.

    I was very tired and I mumbled something like, "Damn Ma...'

    Well whatever it was, before I completed the sentence, my Mom, all 5'2" of her, slapped me so hard across the face that my pi$$cutter went flying into the street and all the boxes I was carrying went left and right all over the place.

    Damn, did I feel like a fool!

    As I was recovering my cutter and the packages from all over the sidewalk and the street, all I could still hear was my mother shouting at me that she would not have any of that 'barracks language' around her, and that I may be a big tough Marine now, but I was still her son, and she could still 'take me out'.

    If you mean that kind of Drug, yeah, I remember! I still never swear around my Mom!


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    CPL CAREY, YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT KIND OF DRUG PROBLEM OF WITCH I SPEAK... YOU GOT WOOPED TO, LMAO...ME TO,
    SEMPER FI...


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    got em all except the church part


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    I know I had that drug problem, but mine wasnt to the wood shed it was to the dairy barn. What made things even worse was I had to pick my own switch.


    Cantrell


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    To this day I still can't cuss around my folks


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