Ginger and I had always had a sort of "touch and 
go" relationship. We never really resorted to the status quo of today's 
relationships. We did things when we wanted to. It was as if she was a 
preplanned part of my life,never interfering,never interrupting. But she 
had her down points,too. Ginger had the fatal flaw of wanting to have fun 
all of the time,no matter what. Don't get me wrong,fun is the best thing 
about life though it must be sacrificed at certain points in time as a 
means to a better end. Ginger never recognized this. She found one thing 
entertaining and two days later,it would be as boring as the sole of my 
shoe. This "progression of fun" led her to pot. The pot took a beautiful 
girl with a bright future and crushed her,point blank. I know what most 
of you are thinking..."Oh great,another damn drug speech!"..and while you 
are basically right,recognize this. I don't agree with groups like 
D.A.R.E. They are the most pointless approach to finding a solution to 
drugs as you could hope to find, but I hope maybe my drug speech hits 
home.  Now and again I see Ginger in my home town. She's just a 
sickly,weak frame of the beautiful woman I once knew,because you 
see,after the pot took hold, the fun had to progress...ultimately to 
crack. Rumor has it that Ginger pushes now and again,but that she can't 
hold a steady "job" because she's known to "smoke up the merchandise". A 
4.0 high school grad turned into a human lump of shit,but that's not what 
really matters to me. The thing that matters is that
tthe woman I love was taken from me and now I shall never love again. 
DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!