Drugs are scary. I won't discuss hard drugs—those are obviously dangerous. I won't discuss potheads that spend their lives smoking and hurting others so they can continue smoking. Perhaps worse than the first two notions are the occasional users, and watching your friends transform into chemically-dulled jesters. Granted, it can be funny to watch them crack up at what is mildly to not at all funny, but they just aren't themselves. They become eerie and shallow. They are responsible enough to not do something stupid like driving while high. So who are they hurting? In all honesty, nobody. Still, it is terrible to see the person, to hear the voice, and yet there is an alien personality.