Article from an magazine I hold in high regard.
What begins as smoking a joint escalates by any number of means into heavier things: a whole menu of pharmaceuticals, cocaine in powder or rock form, methamphetamines such as crank or ice, and of course alcohol. This stuff gets eaten, snorted, and drunk, and before long, smoked or injected. Then it’s game over. For the users.
Here is the story drug warriors tell that is not true. But from my own experience and thousands of others are more like this:
I took my first drink on March 24 1960, my last on December 22, 1975. When did I become addict? Here is where all popular belief is phony because experience tell me the conditions for addiction were present when I took my first drink. The same with many others I have met. Prohibition is trying to stop an affliction that already exist.
My conversations with others indicate their experience with the first psychoactive drug created some enormous feeling of relief and the only thought was to go for more. The suffering from that episode was agonizing and we never going to do it again, however the next opportunity we were at it again. This is called addiction. I have never found an addict whose first encounter with a psychoactive drug was marijuana.